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by Kelly Zuch   Jul 29, 2009


Look how the years have flown by
18 in a few weeks, mum just sighs
feeling reckless in my little home town
sneaking out at night, where there is no sound
except the squeals of car wheels
as all the deals get sealed
if you love me, why arn't you here?
loving me, hugging me, my sweet pea.

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