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Heavy... Antipode, and with irony Do potatoes say hi, to everything? As if, a dramatic crunch has a soul, in epiphany... Choose... My tender eye versus your lending mind Sour or sweet, mighty or meet; the vice of liberty Waits on a headier much, than a chance all, to any in time Hello, guarantee Many is a fellow name, I keep... At arm's length, in the need Of a simple seem, you came for, when I seek... Have, and a stomach to play the part When a friend is here to let a pride, save a start... Of us, a something better than when a season has an avid heart The toil of simplicity is a shrewder fate, for a silence, smart Days end, and we're best buds The talk of suggestion, the weight of promises In the few and narrow, the looseness of tomorrow, should Like a perfectly good intuition, to look beyond the world of a sigh...
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Nov 12, 2025
Nov 12, 2025 at 10:43 PM UTC
Quick, Do Laughs Fickle Or Tickle?
Heavy... Antipode, and with irony Do potatoes say hi, to everything? As if, a dramatic crunch has a soul, in epiphany... Choose... My tender eye versus your lending mind Sour or sweet, mighty or meet; the vice of liberty Waits on a headier much, than a chance all, to any in time Hello, guarantee Many is a fellow name, I keep... At arm's length, in the need Of a simple seem, you came for, when I seek... Have, and a stomach to play the part When a friend is here to let a pride, save a start... Of us, a something better than when a season has an avid heart The toil of simplicity is a shrewder fate, for a silence, smart Days end, and we're best buds The talk of suggestion, the weight of promises In the few and narrow, the looseness of tomorrow, should Like a perfectly good intuition, to look beyond the world of a sigh...
and now for the punchline, when potatoes grow big and strong, everybody knows a crunch dramatic, is completely different...
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56/M/Soldotna, Alaska
Nov 12, 2025
Nov 12, 2025 at 10:43 PM UTC
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