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Wednesday, June 22, 2011

See dawn

Weepy eyes and TV ties
Wet hair a droopy stare
Fun had with minus mad
Be rad and tell dad
arms spread boards fled
sleepy songs working wrongs
no back only slack
hold on see dawn
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