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Jun 2013
I used to play make-believe
And whirl around your house
doing dishes,
Cleaning up our bottles,
Scrubbing floors.
When I was done
I'd smile big
And tell you
How much I couldn't stand you
Unless our clothes were off.
Anna
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Anna
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   Zaira Diana
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