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alone at the table waiting to be served wearing a frown still waiting frown grows larger and larger until a cookbook drops on my head and out of my hat jumps a rabbit and he does the tango with a chicken who is running in circles screaming the sky is falling and I open the cookbook and it is written in a foreign language and I am sitting at the table waiting to be served I am wearing a frown a big, big frown
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Nov 20, 2017
Nov 20, 2017 at 5:03 AM UTC
Frown
alone at the table waiting to be served wearing a frown still waiting frown grows larger and larger until a cookbook drops on my head and out of my hat jumps a rabbit and he does the tango with a chicken who is running in circles screaming the sky is falling and I open the cookbook and it is written in a foreign language and I am sitting at the table waiting to be served I am wearing a frown a big, big frown
edna-floretta
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Nov 20, 2017
Nov 20, 2017 at 5:03 AM UTC
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