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One Day At The Library...
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| Who are you sweet boy with cheeks yet blooming? | |
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| I am the one they refer to as Walt Witman! And who are you my child and darling? | |
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| My name is miss Dickenson, what are you doing around these parts? Want to get some coffee within the hut of stone? | |
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| The runaway slave came and stopt outside..So yeah, I'm free. Then to the second i step! | |
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So They Went to the Hut of Stone..
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| Well heres the hut of stone..i forgot they don't sell coffee. Heart we will forget him! And by him I mean the coffee!! | |
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| Why are you referring to coffee as a him..? Here take this gift, its a book of my poetry, you seem to like to speek using lines from poems so they might as well be mine.. well bye | |
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