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Oct 2013
His name was Three,
His childhood free,
But he fell out of a tree,

Now he sits all day,
His parents always pray,
And he doesn't say,

"I will stand tall,
I will not fall,
It will be like, I never did at all."
Marshall CB Hiatt
Written by
Marshall CB Hiatt  21/M/Salt Lake City
(21/M/Salt Lake City)   
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