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Moving Day
One morning came the green blur
of the moving truck
piled high with breakable hearts
and a teddy bear left behind
but no turning back
or room for tears
wedged in a front seat
too excited to be scared
by that first taste of the road
of the moving truck
piled high with breakable hearts
and a teddy bear left behind
but no turning back
or room for tears
wedged in a front seat
too excited to be scared
by that first taste of the road
Published 12th Jul 2011
| Edited 7th Feb 2023
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