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In the turning I would spin about begin the magic roundabout twist the ropes and in the twisting I could cope untangled I become the greater mess hopelessness like homelessness knows many houses and in those houses though there mansions be I am adrift admitting finally which explains it totally? It's as if I never understood what works of art that good men are and by men I mean mankind which includes the female of the species are we still **** Erectus? do you not detect the irony? derelicts and broken men lay anywhere I see them everywhere colluding with protruding avaricious eyes I am wise to those ways. and so like Whittington I turn, returning to the origins Darwin grins and says, I told you so I know but because I doubted much like Thomas did I saw it for myself and felt the blood rush to my cheeks He who seeks needs better sight than I and I have blurry vision except in 20/20 dreams. as they say It's all tickety boo until you understand the reasons why and I never knew.
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Aug 3, 2016
Aug 3, 2016 at 1:40 AM UTC
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In the turning I would spin about begin the magic roundabout twist the ropes and in the twisting I could cope untangled I become the greater mess hopelessness like homelessness knows many houses and in those houses though there mansions be I am adrift admitting finally which explains it totally? It's as if I never understood what works of art that good men are and by men I mean mankind which includes the female of the species are we still **** Erectus? do you not detect the irony? derelicts and broken men lay anywhere I see them everywhere colluding with protruding avaricious eyes I am wise to those ways. and so like Whittington I turn, returning to the origins Darwin grins and says, I told you so I know but because I doubted much like Thomas did I saw it for myself and felt the blood rush to my cheeks He who seeks needs better sight than I and I have blurry vision except in 20/20 dreams. as they say It's all tickety boo until you understand the reasons why and I never knew.
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70/English
Aug 3, 2016
Aug 3, 2016 at 1:40 AM UTC
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