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Oct 2014
Run, I surely would
I really want to get to you now
But you're way over there
"What's the hurry?" they'll say.
"I'm in a flurry," I might reply and have to explain
oh the pain! It's in my brain and in my tiny pocket
where I probably have you sprawled upon my living room.
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