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Sep 2014
Call me a pretty bird,
For I know to fly.
Call me whatever you want
You are always on my mind.
Don't let us slip too far into sadness
I'd hate to be unable to find
The reasons for the seasons
Happiness guised as madness
You are everything all the time.
Blue dream.
Jennifer Weiss
Written by
Jennifer Weiss  Biloxi
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