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Like bears gnawing at the wood And swings that go about They sit and cross another For that bark would even bite its brother
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Apr 2, 2014
Apr 2, 2014 at 11:57 PM UTC
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Like bears gnawing at the wood And swings that go about They sit and cross another For that bark would even bite its brother
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Apr 2, 2014
Apr 2, 2014 at 11:57 PM UTC
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