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I want to build your high horse a stable let it rest a while let it lay down with mine. I want to mill that hot air see it put to use turning wheels blowing glass warming the soil after a frost. We'll skip stones across still ponds which once were cast in judgement. See all that manure bring forth lush vegetation so that winged beasts may perch and call to the spring.
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Sep 23, 2015
Sep 23, 2015 at 10:55 PM UTC
High horse
I want to build your high horse a stable let it rest a while let it lay down with mine. I want to mill that hot air see it put to use turning wheels blowing glass warming the soil after a frost. We'll skip stones across still ponds which once were cast in judgement. See all that manure bring forth lush vegetation so that winged beasts may perch and call to the spring.
robin-ginnis
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Sep 23, 2015
Sep 23, 2015 at 10:55 PM UTC
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