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Apparently, it is my societal rol e to once a month (or once a wee k, or how may you) succumb to all the indignity, to the crushin g blue of broken hands, and allo w the swell of eternity its coarse st way with me. And swallow lik e a sieve the strands of all the flu id universe.
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Mar 26, 2010
Mar 26, 2010 at 6:27 PM UTC
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Apparently, it is my societal rol e to once a month (or once a wee k, or how may you) succumb to all the indignity, to the crushin g blue of broken hands, and allo w the swell of eternity its coarse st way with me. And swallow lik e a sieve the strands of all the flu id universe.
© Cody Edwards 2010
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Mar 26, 2010
Mar 26, 2010 at 6:27 PM UTC
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