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I Was Following The Pack
all Swallowed In Their Coats
with Scarves Of Red Tied ’round Their Throats
to Keep Their Little Heads
from Fallin’ In The Snow
And I Turned ’round And There You Go
And, Michael, You Would Fall
and Turn The White Snow Red As Strawberries
in The Summertime
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