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Jul 5
You can jump into puddles,
get your uniform all wet,
and I'd giggle as I watch you

you could have no money
at the train station,
and still be full when you leave

i'd drain my pencil case,
down to my rubber shavings,
and hand them
with ***** and cold fingers
to the cashier,
to buy you sweet potato fries
Foogle
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