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the shout comes across the playground deep from within her bowls hey football head(tm) the lust evident in her screech olé the stars shine before her eyes as she sees nought but his football head (tm) does she see the ocean nah does she see the city negative does she smell the sumptuous scent of cinnamon congealing with butter and sugar as she passes the local foodery never alas, a single shimmering tear escapes her eyeball
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Feb 17, 2013
Feb 17, 2013 at 11:11 PM UTC
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the shout comes across the playground deep from within her bowls hey football head(tm) the lust evident in her screech olé the stars shine before her eyes as she sees nought but his football head (tm) does she see the ocean nah does she see the city negative does she smell the sumptuous scent of cinnamon congealing with butter and sugar as she passes the local foodery never alas, a single shimmering tear escapes her eyeball
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Feb 17, 2013
Feb 17, 2013 at 11:11 PM UTC
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