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Moon chasing
Oh’ wide, bright, glowing orb,
That draws me from my bed at night
Through the woods, it leads me on
Until’ I could no l..
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Thinker
She spent her summers out at Girl Scout campin’,
Ridin’ horses an’ doin’ arts n’ crafts,
He spent his su..
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Leaving the warm terminal,
Walking down the indifferent jet way,
His bag rolling on behind him,
A ticket grasped firmly in his hand.
The cold ..
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