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Nov 2020
While Summer Stood Still
we
both
ran up the hill
as fast as we could
up the hill
with
our tiny leg
going clickety clack
taking fresh air
inside of our lungs
we
both
ran up the hill
while
summer stood still
Written by
Stu Harley
34
   Beau Donner
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