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From her neuroticisms I derive my witticisms. The soul wants to be, Mind fights to unsee The merry play before me Who shalt thou ask? Such an arduous task. Do what thou wilt... The honest Scotsman Lay bare his kilt
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Apr 30, 2015
Apr 30, 2015 at 8:17 AM UTC
Mother
From her neuroticisms I derive my witticisms. The soul wants to be, Mind fights to unsee The merry play before me Who shalt thou ask? Such an arduous task. Do what thou wilt... The honest Scotsman Lay bare his kilt
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Apr 30, 2015 at 8:17 AM UTC
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