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May 2013
I'm sick of feeling
seeing or hearing.
why  would I turn?
to hear that real burn?..
I don't look the best,
I'm sure not a ten,
give me a rest,
I'm stuck in this nest,.
how can I fly if you just make me cry,
why such  a deal  if you know how  I feal...


-  glayz  *welch
Arrywill keepya smilin
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Arrywill keepya smilin  Medford Oregon,
(Medford Oregon,)   
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