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Mar 18
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i sat in a field outside ******
and watched the scandanavians
while they doused themselves in
the ice cold stream..

and then about four or five deer
came by and drank from the
afore mentioned..
it was fun one eye on the sky

where the the sun hid shyly..
a steep climb up to the road
before the farmer came..
there was a dolphin..

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i sat by a cannon
and examining the surf
in another town
i think a siren was near-

for from the little waves
appeared a dolphin
it did nt stay..
before troy it was gone..
Written by
Michael John  62/M/SPAIN
(62/M/SPAIN)   
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     Mary Huxley, Rick and Mister Truth
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