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When the birds start to fly away I will be the only one left At the park. Faster than time I carry my back Slowly on the sidewalk As I tell these Stories Only I know the endings.
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Dec 3, 2025
Dec 3, 2025 at 10:47 AM UTC
Stories only I know the endings
When the birds start to fly away I will be the only one left At the park. Faster than time I carry my back Slowly on the sidewalk As I tell these Stories Only I know the endings.
Yes, this is the title of my October-November collection.
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Dec 3, 2025
Dec 3, 2025 at 10:47 AM UTC
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