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May 2014
Oh, please come play with me
outside in the summer
breeze.
We could climb a tree
and act like
we're three.
Please, come play with me.
We could catch
butterflies
or
dance in the rain.
What else is there to gain
from being here
with
me
...
Nameless
Written by
Nameless  martin, TN
(martin, TN)   
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