ie saw Chicago through the eyes of a Child.
Like the beast, my heart is untamed, it is Wild.
The Guests are lucky to live here.
Therefore, ie live my life in fear.
How does the aUTHOR resolve this? ?
ie try hard and ie always miss.
Once again the wood squeaked so park at the Bridge.
Why are help and hope always on the next Ridge.
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