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Oct 2021
When I was a child,
Little convertibles were the car
to have;
You grew your hair long;
You walked bare foot;
Wore denim;
Big clothe bags;
Ate vegetables; and
Found yourself by
Travelling the road.
Rebecca
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Rebecca  59/F/Virginia
(59/F/Virginia)   
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