For Family Feud

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In the eyes of the street, they knew who,
The several pages torn too.
Why this wasn’t new,
Can’t tell you
How.

Right inside the box where all she threw,
Was where it began to brew.
Why this wasn’t new,
Can’t tell you
Now.

Inside the cabin where they all grew,
They lived like strangers would do
Why this wasn’t new,
Can’t tell you
How!

Leonell

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