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| The Pack |
| We called ourselves the pack
We were young, wild, and crazy We watched each other�s back We lived, loved, fought and prayed To each we were a friend No other ever came between Our pack we�d always defend With time we would mellow Our paths go different ways Our pack became hollow Of each other we lost track Then came a familiar hello As the first two reunited Becoming a constant combo They searched for the others To joyously reunite The Pack It warmed the hearts of all To know they still had the knack And would forever be friends and A wiser more appreciative pack |
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| Copyright@January 2007 Kenna Marie |
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