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By Jack Joseph Smith
Top of The line
I wondered when he was away
And so did he
Across the colors
We both see blue
That is the best you can say
When we survice not and them
To speak highly of one another
Through the strange distance
Is in some way better than love
For it is a seperation
That from and across history
Few have ever known
When I dove into
the middle of the
sea I got scared