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Destruction of every blunt fate Dwindling I’m my washing my plate I have devised a simple way To dig the fork Into this white Without the knife Beyond my course The pieces of the round Are stripped and strangling forth I know there are many ways to lift you To shape you To cook you Garlic and gravy To make you Mashed potatoes in my mind What does this mean? Simple representation of the time I wonder if I should deal. Observing the ***** ice Shaking the cup Will this suffice? For my current incision For my journey My current decision
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Jan 24, 2010
Jan 24, 2010 at 2:30 PM UTC
Mashed Potatoes
Destruction of every blunt fate Dwindling I’m my washing my plate I have devised a simple way To dig the fork Into this white Without the knife Beyond my course The pieces of the round Are stripped and strangling forth I know there are many ways to lift you To shape you To cook you Garlic and gravy To make you Mashed potatoes in my mind What does this mean? Simple representation of the time I wonder if I should deal. Observing the ***** ice Shaking the cup Will this suffice? For my current incision For my journey My current decision
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Jan 24, 2010
Jan 24, 2010 at 2:30 PM UTC
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