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Smile pretty at the leering man,Maybe he will take your hand.Click-clack, down the track,Town to town, don’t look back.You three there, stand up..
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Butterfly wings, tentatively fluttering againstits cocoon. Shifting, rolling, and stretching now,testingthe protective confines. Fists and feet, pro..
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Stumbling to the medicine chestTiny Moroccan rattles shakewith an enticing rhythmKeep swallowing until the beat fades away...
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theyrace round and round manes, tails, and plumes, high flyingnever tiring
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