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Rendered in a worthy glare, Withered matting waiting there, Colorful bunting strung with care, We arrive; no time to spare! Crumbled cracked and dried it seems, All remains from the dream, To be forever locked embraced, Not recalling ever chaste, She runs medullar vision fair, And I complete the living pair
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Jan 8
Jan 8, 2026 at 12:14 AM UTC
Chance is a Fool's Name for Fate
Rendered in a worthy glare, Withered matting waiting there, Colorful bunting strung with care, We arrive; no time to spare! Crumbled cracked and dried it seems, All remains from the dream, To be forever locked embraced, Not recalling ever chaste, She runs medullar vision fair, And I complete the living pair
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74/M/Crown Point, IN
Jan 8
Jan 8, 2026 at 12:14 AM UTC
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