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In counting town Your sure to frown On a cobblers mound She pays the river down While he weeps On broken ponds His unheld hip Crosses her mind
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Aug 7, 2025
Aug 7, 2025 at 2:43 PM UTC
In counting town
In counting town Your sure to frown On a cobblers mound She pays the river down While he weeps On broken ponds His unheld hip Crosses her mind
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44/M/california
Aug 7, 2025
Aug 7, 2025 at 2:43 PM UTC
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