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Her Favourite Pink Teddy

Having decided that she was no less then this, a deceiving Wicked witch so I happily hurried along her belongings ¿ Exiting stage left throwing them all into the garbage bin Except for her heart's favourite pink teddy while listening Unto Bruce Springstein's anthem song, Born In The USA.. Quite aware of these metaphors scattered about a rent Canvas his bluebird complaining to a solitary crow gazing Peering into the green grass hidden; trying to make it's way Imagining as her Statue of Liberty and thinking that Diane Beholds their gray grim reapers, wearing righteous masks ? Children weeping mothers bewildered a man with his sickle Lifted high proclaiming these balancing scales holy castles... Chasing the we understand given to us; serving your demons.

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