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Apr 2014
I always dreamed of going to prom
hanging on the arm of a dashing guy,
so walking into the main office
to get my single prom ticket,
I saw the principal, who smiled brightly
at me.
I smiled back at him,
but my eyes were tinged with the color
of **sadness.
Wíštfûł Wáñdêręr
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Wíštfûł Wáñdêręr  My Home Is Wherever I Go
(My Home Is Wherever I Go)   
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