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when they have become all but non-existent flaky leather fastly flaking into ungraspable dust one day you might notice on a path or piece of land how an errant playful wind is whirling some dust round and round now imagine a jovial tune hands clapping in accompaniment as your feet cut a step to the whirling whirling whirling of the lonely dust dancing O dancing dust! O dancing shoes In whirling dust incarnate!
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Jul 10, 2015
Jul 10, 2015 at 9:17 PM UTC
DANCING SHOES
when they have become all but non-existent flaky leather fastly flaking into ungraspable dust one day you might notice on a path or piece of land how an errant playful wind is whirling some dust round and round now imagine a jovial tune hands clapping in accompaniment as your feet cut a step to the whirling whirling whirling of the lonely dust dancing O dancing dust! O dancing shoes In whirling dust incarnate!
ronald-jones
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Jul 10, 2015
Jul 10, 2015 at 9:17 PM UTC
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