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Wondering towards the setting sun;
our home held unkempt in the breeze. -
The boss man wants to cut my hair.
He sits me in a barber’s chair.by Mercury Rising 41 lines, 5 comments, on May 28 4:01 PM. In Free Spirit, Unruly Resilience, Interlocking Rubaiyats -
hasn't heard
a whip crack -
If i were a bird I would play on my swing all day
by TheLyricsArePoetry 2 lines, 9 comments, on Feb 27 12:43 AM. In Life, Spiritual, Hope, Freedom, Free Spirit
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