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Unformatted text preview: They share this bond, this bond I never could understand Staring at me and the pond, kissing each other softly. I stare at an infant, wanting to play with the water I look down upon. With those little fingers, those cute little eyes. Staring at me giggling, oh how I long to hold thee. However, I shall not waste a minute of my time Cherishing the people of New York with clean water eternally....
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- Fall '10
- The Edge, Staring, cute little eyes