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At the end of my name follow three letters right now they spell "mop". folks say it ain't the way it used to be jobs- like there's even such a thing as "beneath me". I'm a clever little phoenix I have my flight plan not an android, nor academia didn't make me Galatea I can wait and remember I can serve you an ice cream without forfeiting intellect in a flurry of sugar cones I pick my battles gracefully so I remember what I was taught. Curl up. Pay rent. Rebirth, then-   pounce.
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May 16, 2012
May 16, 2012 at 10:15 PM UTC
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At the end of my name follow three letters right now they spell "mop". folks say it ain't the way it used to be jobs- like there's even such a thing as "beneath me". I'm a clever little phoenix I have my flight plan not an android, nor academia didn't make me Galatea I can wait and remember I can serve you an ice cream without forfeiting intellect in a flurry of sugar cones I pick my battles gracefully so I remember what I was taught. Curl up. Pay rent. Rebirth, then-   pounce.
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May 16, 2012
May 16, 2012 at 10:15 PM UTC
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