The Becket I sway away each day'because I cannot think. I march along from town to town searching something without. I wander and ponder where will I go to show the truly me. I now decide to grap and hold my becket anchor pin.
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Four Seasons
Four Seasons September is when I, find myself. October is when I, know myself. November is when I, establish myself. December is when I, Commit myself. With each season a little more I Am myself.
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