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down Pratt Road and past the schools we go again
and it is the same same stuff that rings
calls me into another life

down Pratt Road and past the schools we go again
and it is the same same stuff that rings
calls me into another life
~ by susaneb on February 19, 2009.
Posted in poetry
Tags: half lived poem, love poem
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