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sammy


sitting on the sidelines as my friends played ball

pulling turf with my two hands 

they didn’t look at me at all

 

sammy always understood me

he sat by my side

as i thought about how one day i’ll be free

 

as we approach the end of fall

i know sammy has to go soon

it’s my fault, but we can always call

 
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