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By ~*truelies*~ Date: 2001 Jun 08 Comment on this Work [[2001.06.08.13.41.22900]] |
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See you around you said. Seeing you everywhere it seems. Yet only in the dent in the hedge where you crashed the car, Or in the bark of the tree where you (tried to) carve our names, And round the shelves of the library where we used to play games; Childish games but fun by far. See you around, you said. I am doing all the time yet you don't see me, There's no me in America. |