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Aug 2014
"come down the country with me tomorrow,
we can drive for hours and only hear the open road"
his hat on his head, the only hat he had.

"come down the country with me tomorrow,
ill show ye the land and tell you stories unknown"
his shoulders shrugging, the way they always do.
siobhan franks
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siobhan franks
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