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A whirlwind in my mind
Like the pages of a book left outside in the wind chapters fly by gathering dust in memoreum and my mind it wont stop spinning the urn filled with lost remains of days gone by I empty it onto the floor and play in it memories. Tammy
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oh yeah
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Thanks
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I really like this.
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ty
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