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A small figure of a person or animal, having a cloth body and hollow head, designed to be fitted over and manipulated by the hand.
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On nights like these
I could fly up to the sky above me.
Like Superman
I would change the course of earth below me.
Through the world I am wandering, wandering,
A soft breeze blowing, I am wandering now.
Through this world I am wandering, wandering.
These are the days I live now.
I can see
The planets are aligning for me.
And I dare not breathe for then
The clouds will come and then deny me.
Posted by Jason at 5/26/2009 06:07:00 PM
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