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Feb 2021
There’s nothing like that time
You spent growing up too fast
Those frozen popsicles of lime
That just never seemed to last
From running to the fridge
To tripping in the dirt
There’s nothing more I miss
Then being a kid with a green stained shirt
Written by
Blondie  18/F/U.S.
(18/F/U.S.)   
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