When we are Baby's

March 13, 2013
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Breaking bones when we were young, traveling up and south. Activities are endless, tales were being dragged. Minds losing themselves in the song of strumming guitars.
I've heard it all. All the stories of wonderful childhood.
But they don't need to be long.
They don't need to be baby's

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