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Sandy wouldn't stop thinking about her Saturday Just so parallel and very scary But she could never forget her way That morning, Sandy was shocked by the display. She found herself feeling rather contemporary. Sandy couldn't stop thinking about this Saturday. She realized that this Saturday was grey She tried to focus on a library But she couldn't ever forget the way. Pluto said Sandy was obsessing too away Said his mind had become too arbitrary Sandy couldn't stop thinking about this Saturday. Sandy took action like a lay Her Saturday was becoming too preliminary But he could never forget the way. Sandy nosedived like a Saturn cache Her mind turned into a stationery Sandy couldn't stop thinking about the Saturday But she could forget the way about Saturn's day. 6/27/20 WRITTEN WORDS BY James Edward Lee Sr. 2020©

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