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Amongst the sparse undergrowth,
I hid in escapade.
I don't know what is home,
nor would I ever want one.
Rain or shine, I don't ever want to stay here.
I hid in escapade.
I don't know what is home,
nor would I ever want one.
Rain or shine, I don't ever want to stay here.
posted by Jean-Baptiste at
6:45 AM
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