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Horse Racing 4 poetry [ ]
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2013-04-18
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I laughed
I was laughing like the sun through the clouds
but he did not care at all
that someone like me could write every day
about love
about you
and we were so close
then I left.
Look at my hands I said
My goodness
you just do not see?
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