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Feb 2014
High in the mornings, high in the mornings;
I'm yawning throughout the day.

I'm going throughout the day with my
head in the clouds - not with my
head on the ground. I don't like
when my heads in that place.

Me - I'd much rather stand
out from the crowd, you always
have a clear way. Cloudy days
*** me out like nothing.

**** - I hope it doesn't rain,
but it might though.
It might just pour like hydro.
But I hope it doesn't stay.
Saturday Jones
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Saturday Jones  South Carolina
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