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High tide, high time for an afternoon spent chaired, head up and fallen, eyes open and closed to the fresh list of life goals: to marry, live surrounded by nature, spin songs, pluck poems, to be a good grandfather and how best to get there is a matter of opinion no sense lame- nting about the era or frowning at the tele- vision that's gone blind from so many tears shed over nonsense, no senses to eat out this hollow mind the fire, you'll catch cold this fall to the leaves
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Oct 2, 2012
Oct 2, 2012 at 11:23 PM UTC
Life Goals
High tide, high time for an afternoon spent chaired, head up and fallen, eyes open and closed to the fresh list of life goals: to marry, live surrounded by nature, spin songs, pluck poems, to be a good grandfather and how best to get there is a matter of opinion no sense lame- nting about the era or frowning at the tele- vision that's gone blind from so many tears shed over nonsense, no senses to eat out this hollow mind the fire, you'll catch cold this fall to the leaves
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Oct 2, 2012
Oct 2, 2012 at 11:23 PM UTC
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