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Apr 2013
Dropping down to the floor,
In the end of its galore,
It sings its last song,
Doing no right nor no wrong,
Making your heart skip a beat,
It has committed a great feat,
Calling your name,
It loses the game.
Shylah S
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Shylah S  23/F/Canada
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