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Oct 2013
i know this girl,
her name is Addison
beautiful,
mandarin
and each day i beg for
her hand again
i know this guy,
his name is Walter
his oh so sweet taste
do i falter
he is bold
he is bright
however we always end
in plight
but me and Walter
we can never take flight
much like this girl i know,
Meg
to whom i will beg
beg for serenity and peace
when me and her often meet
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