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Feb 2014
When my dark blue blanket
Was the deep blue sea.
When every wrinkle
Was a tidal ripple
And the ocean belonged to me.

Oh to be a child again
When a yard of grass
Was a football feild.
Wed tread out the goals
And wed equal the posts
As the sun set down to see.

Oh to be that child again
When wallets werent goods
And suits didnt itch
When a friend was a friend
And that was it.
DontLoveMeImBroken
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DontLoveMeImBroken  WI
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   Emily and Mary
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