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Jan 2015
drops two degrees when I look at it.
I have to work with
a skinny six shooter;
we will call our establishment
the last frontier
before the ghetto begins on the left.
Hubris
drips and tongues wag.
Guy has some pretty eyes.
Mote
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Mote  31/F/Michigan
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