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I'm sorry
I left your crayons on the deck It was your bucket of 200 crayons all different colors We colored with them at noon in July But I forgot to pick them up wasn't thinking and They melted into a black wax pool and when we came out after lunch your grandma yelled at us and you cried at noon in July but that started our fascination with sidewalk chalk don't you think that's a good thing? all because of your melted crayons (I'm really sorry) left out at noon In July.
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