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I know which fat bells are tolling with “Pupils come first” on lips like a benediction spoke by those whose fingers dip the collection box But it can wait. Piles of marking like ancient pillars meant for Samson to do his thing remain upright Because a little tight in this metaphor, Samson is for cooking a roast playing video games and watching the last gasp of TV, anyone with me?
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Jan 2, 2022
Jan 2, 2022 at 9:52 AM UTC
Un-new year
I know which fat bells are tolling with “Pupils come first” on lips like a benediction spoke by those whose fingers dip the collection box But it can wait. Piles of marking like ancient pillars meant for Samson to do his thing remain upright Because a little tight in this metaphor, Samson is for cooking a roast playing video games and watching the last gasp of TV, anyone with me?
drunkenkind
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Jan 2, 2022
Jan 2, 2022 at 9:52 AM UTC
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