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Me

By , Sacramento, CA
Don’t know where I am
I’m a lost little lamb
This new world is strange its customs are too
The sky is green and the grass is blue
Back in my home is where I need to be
Where the sky is blue the grass green and where I am free
This new world goes blurry and I open my eyes
It was all just a dream to my great surprise
To my dismay I don’t remember
Like a snowflake in a snowstorm in the month of December
I hope to visit that strange place again
With its skies of blue grass of green and no men
Maybe one day when I’m sleeping I’ll see
That wonderful place I like to call me





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