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supple and orange to the taste like a water slide to a desert in a wild goose chase just a hair short of a bone ninety nine of the smallest ones cracked open ventilating dancing vapor a slow shift in flowing feel. soak up the gray you turn to cellophane only on the inside you're alright the ball keeps on rolling around that big old fire the cushion smiled warmed by your seat pressed into a drowse you catch the change wonder the time about that settled cataracts smooth rolling cadillacs big old Adirondack smiling in the cottage.
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Dec 18, 2014
Dec 18, 2014 at 4:52 PM UTC
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supple and orange to the taste like a water slide to a desert in a wild goose chase just a hair short of a bone ninety nine of the smallest ones cracked open ventilating dancing vapor a slow shift in flowing feel. soak up the gray you turn to cellophane only on the inside you're alright the ball keeps on rolling around that big old fire the cushion smiled warmed by your seat pressed into a drowse you catch the change wonder the time about that settled cataracts smooth rolling cadillacs big old Adirondack smiling in the cottage.
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Dec 18, 2014
Dec 18, 2014 at 4:52 PM UTC
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