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Scribblings

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Rosie Is A Goldmine

Michael felt like an emperorWhen she showed him the summerhouseA pallet bed in a treasure trovefallen feather this is your home Shelter here a whileSleep on the porch of this goldmine He fled home when he was youngA wistful soul with a silver tonguePeered out through a periscopeWhen she beckoned him in from the wind…
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The Lapping Sea

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Bloodhound

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Bluebird

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Wayward Heart

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Lisa’s Riding

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Very Proud Of This One

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Weight Of The World

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Brighten Up The Place
