http://slow.writerscafe.org/Squirres The original writings of author JJHII en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776217402 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 I fell up and started walkinglost my thoughts and started talkingThey spun me around before my dreamnow numbly lost I start the speechbut only in the ways that I have been ..teached.. 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