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Jul 2022
I hope I never don’t want to go
Barefoot on grass
When the option is there
I hope I always choose to dance
Over sitting in a chair
I hope little kids always wear me out
And get me out of breath
I hope I live so **** hard
When I go
There’s nothing left
Written by
Krista Delle Femine  50/F/Massachusetts
(50/F/Massachusetts)   
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