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asked the little doll, his blue overalls and perky personality answering his own question I would take another stance: sometimes. Some words are best left unsaid, but once said those words are never forgotten Not when meemaw passes away or when papa follows her into the great grassy patch in the ground overlooking a lively city filled with all the people who never knew them and didn't care to People wound deep others can help by sticking in their pieces of metal as they dance their ballet-like dances Fewer times than fingers have I seen things restored to their happy and bouncy state when the depth of a fountain of love spills out and fills up the holes of sadness
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Nov 9, 2019
Nov 9, 2019 at 11:45 PM UTC
Can We Fix It?
asked the little doll, his blue overalls and perky personality answering his own question I would take another stance: sometimes. Some words are best left unsaid, but once said those words are never forgotten Not when meemaw passes away or when papa follows her into the great grassy patch in the ground overlooking a lively city filled with all the people who never knew them and didn't care to People wound deep others can help by sticking in their pieces of metal as they dance their ballet-like dances Fewer times than fingers have I seen things restored to their happy and bouncy state when the depth of a fountain of love spills out and fills up the holes of sadness
I heard someone say that everything was fixable once. This is my answer to that.
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Nov 9, 2019
Nov 9, 2019 at 11:45 PM UTC
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