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Gold Digger

Untitled ThoughtsDo you remember me? Do you remember me? I think we met in June It could have been July, But I think that's still too soon. It may have been in August, But my memory is painted green, August seems far too late, I do not know what I have seen. Wait, I think July is right, The sun was very high, I raced and rushed, I showered and brushed, If I was late, I would just die. I shook and shook, With that nervous look I made my way to you.Untitled Thoughts
I rode up a mountain With a bug in my head, It made up some lies and often it said, &nbs
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