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by Katie Hooper   Apr 20, 2006


I never knew the meaning of it
I would always get hit
None of it was the best
I might of been worse
I got put in lock-up
i was as board as a dead duck
It isn't the best thing in the world
When i finaaly got to my home
my stomach whirled.
I love being home and this is the best thing ever
Would i trade it in ........NEVER

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