A Never Ending Dream
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Clover. My name is clover. The story goes that my mom gave birth to me out in a clover field. A clover field way past all the gloom and cold fog. Somewhere where the sun shines on all. Well, I don't believe it. I don't believe a single word of it. As far as I'm concerned, my world can only get worst.
So it did.
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