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Nov 2012
Mussed-up butterscotch kisses
To the left-wards, right, then catercorner.
Page after chronicle after sometimes elsewhere,
Given the proper motivation, of course.

You make as much sense to me as a twelve-year-old in a stroller.
Becca Keith
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Becca Keith
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