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tense as the rolled up newspaper thrown slapping against the step at dawn awakening conspiratorial slinking around the truth sleuthing sniffing my way to find out this way or that but the way about the signs the clues preachers words the same weight as the street corner girls a way to think in our detectiving then the ultimate DNA almost the penultimate remains of the doer dids the who what did whats the ne'er do wells on Mulberry street , I know them hoods no they were not the culprits I scent along above below sniff and snoof behoove behind the wildest dogs to find it was mine own trail I had found among the shivering forest green I sat considered a shylock set this up then saw the bacon on my foot I had been following. I set off again my foot clean. I will find this bandit. I like bacon , though.
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May 6, 2017
May 6, 2017 at 1:44 AM UTC
I like bacon
tense as the rolled up newspaper thrown slapping against the step at dawn awakening conspiratorial slinking around the truth sleuthing sniffing my way to find out this way or that but the way about the signs the clues preachers words the same weight as the street corner girls a way to think in our detectiving then the ultimate DNA almost the penultimate remains of the doer dids the who what did whats the ne'er do wells on Mulberry street , I know them hoods no they were not the culprits I scent along above below sniff and snoof behoove behind the wildest dogs to find it was mine own trail I had found among the shivering forest green I sat considered a shylock set this up then saw the bacon on my foot I had been following. I set off again my foot clean. I will find this bandit. I like bacon , though.
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May 6, 2017
May 6, 2017 at 1:44 AM UTC
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