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Happy Joe Joseph, is a war to eat? They grow food, children, and stares; we owe A choice nary, the other side of a heart to beat Out, a house getting bigger... Has moments for a man, to meet Somebody in his shade, a quiet trigger... Ready to pick, you from history's heat The house built, judges a shame Panic, made a need's home, is a quiet fame Shown how, we vie for names, no one samed Without, us, hell is nothing but the sense of a game Truth, spirits, and creation; we still owe Being the cares of worth, are we to dread? A host so obvious, looking for a world to know Can a shadow of rests, become light overhead? Hungry, for one more liberty? Have an insight, it will avoid The nature of silences patience; puberty? Here is the right to owe, the other side of our choice...
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Sep 21, 2025
Sep 21, 2025 at 2:04 AM UTC
A Daisy Wronged, Owes Me A Smile
Happy Joe Joseph, is a war to eat? They grow food, children, and stares; we owe A choice nary, the other side of a heart to beat Out, a house getting bigger... Has moments for a man, to meet Somebody in his shade, a quiet trigger... Ready to pick, you from history's heat The house built, judges a shame Panic, made a need's home, is a quiet fame Shown how, we vie for names, no one samed Without, us, hell is nothing but the sense of a game Truth, spirits, and creation; we still owe Being the cares of worth, are we to dread? A host so obvious, looking for a world to know Can a shadow of rests, become light overhead? Hungry, for one more liberty? Have an insight, it will avoid The nature of silences patience; puberty? Here is the right to owe, the other side of our choice...
ashes to ashes, fun to funny; we all know a major pain in the *** is out and running...
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56/M/Soldotna, Alaska
Sep 21, 2025
Sep 21, 2025 at 2:04 AM UTC
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