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May 9
before the woman runs home
shouting are you home
before the begun to turn
us..

not before breakfast
but at the split awakening
became a distant end
on the magical bus..

now and then my friend
i played my part i did my
bit
i have learned to cuss..
Written by
Michael John  57/M/SPAIN
(57/M/SPAIN)   
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   Holly D
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