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“One’s” ok, but “two’s” illegal come a night whispered, “Run,” Or so the grass spoke – Run like the wind. Run, But always look back. Run, So to liberate all you’ve loved. So too, awaits a home, only dreamt. And she ran, From village to village – Blankets wrought pollen. Carrots, For another’s eyes. Our baby, The outlaw prior even born; Hot on heal, the “department.” And we ran, Hopping continents – I, so to support. Our son, So to survive. My wife in wait, Our second miracle burrowed, Just beyond the world I’d promised, A land, so help me, and shore we’d arrive one day.
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Sep 14, 2015
Sep 14, 2015 at 11:13 PM UTC
liam-c-calhoun
Hotfootin'
“One’s” ok, but “two’s” illegal come a night whispered, “Run,” Or so the grass spoke – Run like the wind. Run, But always look back. Run, So to liberate all you’ve loved. So too, awaits a home, only dreamt. And she ran, From village to village – Blankets wrought pollen. Carrots, For another’s eyes. Our baby, The outlaw prior even born; Hot on heal, the “department.” And we ran, Hopping continents – I, so to support. Our son, So to survive. My wife in wait, Our second miracle burrowed, Just beyond the world I’d promised, A land, so help me, and shore we’d arrive one day.
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