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May 2014
I'm going all the way with this thought parade.
There is no turning back and what's direction?
There is time and we know time, us, here, in this parade.
There is heat, warming glowing.
It's made of love and that's where we live.
Endless opportunities and surprises, magic milkshakes, tricks and spices.
Love your neighbor love your neighbor love your uncle and remember to thank her it's hard to live, death is unity, separate once but we found out how to unite right here in this little old life baby in the parade, soft parade, warm parade, thought parade.
Andrew Tinkham
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Andrew Tinkham  USA
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