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Bad Cold I was ready to play in the rain The forecast called for it yesterday I waited and waited anxiously When the first drop fell onto my lips We put on your sweater to keep warm Soon it began to pour with hard drops but we had felt safe with your sweater It wasn't until after the rain that I realized your sweater was ripped and sure enough I awoke with a bad cold Doc says I'll be rid of it in nine months |
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Author: Tame
E-mail: tame4596@hotmail.com
Quote : Flowers Die (crush) You came to me with roses And I pushed
you aside I dropped the petals as I walked away And told you "flowers die"
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