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Jun 19. 2025
You brush me away without a thought, wind whipping through the day; while others lament when theirs has gone ‘way. I jump and bounce to lead the race, to leave my competition in disgrace, or nay?
Jun 19. 2025
You brush me away without a thought, wind whipping through the day; while others lament when theirs has gone ‘way. I jump and bounce to lead the race, to leave my competition in disgrace, or nay?