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Stroll through Dairy.
by Johnny CrimsonWalk with me
O day of my labor
and dream of tiny moments
my sweet.
Drift slow and daunting
past this street circus few
wave bye-d-bye to the clowns
my love
for the clowns are people too.
An Irish mist of magic
waves
tickle our faces
as we brave the
heavy black air of night
O lay your head on my
shoulder
my sweet.
As we listen to the cackling clowns in the distance remember
that I'm right here. 08/08/2009 Posted on 08/08/2009
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