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Sep 2023
Those were the nights
That my father
Made for me
And he is
always telling me
To go early to bed
So I can get
The proper sleep
But the truth father
Is that I am
Always waking up
Tired in the mornings
aldo kraas
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aldo kraas  60/M/Toronto
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