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No Reason for ReasoningBlindly bumbling, slightly stumbling, / And these words are too big for my mouth, my dear. / They choke me, they trip me, they tear me to pieces,

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Jul 17, 2010

Nothing left, Nothing righti haven't eaten in three days. / i haven't smiled in three days. / i haven't slept in three days.

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Mar 29, 2010

Tonight you were perplexed...Which type of fairy to believe in? The small ones that live in buttercups, or the medium-sized ones about a foot tall, or the ones that float? With a sudden "oh!" you realized: "There are all kinds of fairies, I believe in all of them."

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Jul 17, 2010

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