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Unlike Me, Her Hair is Made of Rabbit Pelt

Somedays, In the blue I am unhappy Somedays the clouds are Wrong The mother-friend becomes ugly Somedays, I am a goose who would like To be anything else My friend says it best - We are sapphires Unlike me, her hair is made Of rabbit pelt I could love her but Today, I'd rather not - Somedays in the blue I’d like to kill myself

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