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Dec 2014
My father made a galaxy in his coffee every morning
Somehow the universe, made from cream and the little touch of the magic
That we think all adults posses when we’re five or six
Not sure if I'll eventually add more to this one, but we'll see...
Olivia Sica
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Olivia Sica
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   Mike Essig and Mark Parker
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