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Aug 2014
Speak,
as if you know what you are saying.
Let it roll off the tongue,
******* like a Dung-beetle's ****,
and let me drink it up like a lapdog.
It tastes like heaven from where I sit,
not by comparison,
but lack of.
MST
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MST  Leipzig
(Leipzig)   
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     Simone Zona
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