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He shuffles his muffled way through cardboard aisles, Oblivious, sheltered, speaking in a mumble of tongues, His piecemeal truths search for all that is meaningless, Where he carves a gravestone—arguments in the rows.
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Aug 4, 2012
Aug 4, 2012 at 1:18 PM UTC
Ballad of the Mad Babbler
He shuffles his muffled way through cardboard aisles, Oblivious, sheltered, speaking in a mumble of tongues, His piecemeal truths search for all that is meaningless, Where he carves a gravestone—arguments in the rows.
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Aug 4, 2012
Aug 4, 2012 at 1:18 PM UTC
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