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Motherless rudderless There is no one to steer this boat. We are still anchored in the past Exactly where she dropped it. Moss grows old Rust corrodes But time doesn't erode
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Nov 4, 2015
Nov 4, 2015 at 1:20 PM UTC
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Motherless rudderless There is no one to steer this boat. We are still anchored in the past Exactly where she dropped it. Moss grows old Rust corrodes But time doesn't erode
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Nov 4, 2015
Nov 4, 2015 at 1:20 PM UTC
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