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it... it's too small for my hands I smile winsome to convince the loose doily cloth of naivete the backwards crone covered in bark the little old lady who looks young in the dark she belongs under secrets in a lemon grove she's the oldest and newest in all of the park.
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Oct 2, 2012
Oct 2, 2012 at 10:20 AM UTC
Summer's Crone
it... it's too small for my hands I smile winsome to convince the loose doily cloth of naivete the backwards crone covered in bark the little old lady who looks young in the dark she belongs under secrets in a lemon grove she's the oldest and newest in all of the park.
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Oct 2, 2012
Oct 2, 2012 at 10:20 AM UTC
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