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Hands clasped tightly and two become one,
just add water.   i like to think of myself as one of the most unbothersome children out there. i wonder what you would be like if you spent a day in my shoots. wouldn't that be funny? if you grew like me?
Rain, rain, go away.
We aren't always gloomy.
Summer is reflection. Learning about yourself
I am not given much notice.
Crashing to the ground without direction but somehow with precision,
"Raise that head up! Straighten that spine!
What strong roots you have!
They say to make it in this world you need to be bold.
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