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Stories told in repeat when will she ever cease. A lovely friend she be, but will she ever cease. How many times in repeat must stories be told of old. But wonders never cease her stories just grow and grow.
"Repeat"
I try and try for her attention, her mind always seems to wander My news is great, it must not wait, why can't I get her attention! Vex I become, she looks numb, but wonders never cease! I just remembered one more thing, why can't I get her attention!
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Dee {DBM}
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