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Dec 2013
I tend to go for walks
and I trip on your voice.
Landing in your view,
I find myself not know what to do.
The views around are safe.
They seem welcoming enough.
So I'll stay and write things in the strains of your hair.
It's nice to find this place
filled with your funny faces when I go for walks.
So why make me go for walks.
Jiminy Cricket
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Jiminy Cricket
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   Marigold, Kagami and Timothy
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