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In frustration he sat down on the bench outside the closed down railway station and wrote of his dissention. But in a moment that was lit by pure genius and invention He decided there and then to make a statement of his intention. In fits and starts he penned those parts that appealed to his sense of duty but true to form and as sure as I was born on a Wednesday I knew there was no way the statement would ever be made. This case is laid to rest. A stocktaker takes no stock A paradox? Point duty can be blunt when hiding or when on the hunt but shunting these random thoughts aside I train myself to pay attention to the statement that details tales of an unpaid rental. But no mention of me being mental or unsound. No sanitoriums for me or phychopaths that come for tea. Just peace and the bobbing of a broken time that floats in brine a hat that doesn't fit my head a statement that I've never read intentions that I never made not laid to rest at all but instant recall is what sets me apart and makes me the best. Test me Test me Testing, testing two three Just checking in To check that you've been listening.
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Apr 17, 2013
Apr 17, 2013 at 5:05 AM UTC
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In frustration he sat down on the bench outside the closed down railway station and wrote of his dissention. But in a moment that was lit by pure genius and invention He decided there and then to make a statement of his intention. In fits and starts he penned those parts that appealed to his sense of duty but true to form and as sure as I was born on a Wednesday I knew there was no way the statement would ever be made. This case is laid to rest. A stocktaker takes no stock A paradox? Point duty can be blunt when hiding or when on the hunt but shunting these random thoughts aside I train myself to pay attention to the statement that details tales of an unpaid rental. But no mention of me being mental or unsound. No sanitoriums for me or phychopaths that come for tea. Just peace and the bobbing of a broken time that floats in brine a hat that doesn't fit my head a statement that I've never read intentions that I never made not laid to rest at all but instant recall is what sets me apart and makes me the best. Test me Test me Testing, testing two three Just checking in To check that you've been listening.
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70/English
Apr 17, 2013
Apr 17, 2013 at 5:05 AM UTC
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