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Dec 2013
So, I am a menace.
A menace that plays trumpet at 11 PM so he can get his mind off of crying
A menace that loves driving out on spring's open road with the windows down and music up
A menace that loves seeing the good in others come out instead of seeing everyone's wasted potential
A menace that loves love itself, when people spread happiness laughter and cheer
A menace that loves to sing
A menace that loves to be sung to
A am only a boy
Sam Conrad
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   Sean Fitzpatrick
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