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No fork No spoon, until life looms No knife, without friendship to implore No plate, to make a wish without room... For more... Special is the need Of compelling, to understate sore Feelings about the rue and the role of thee Sent to sweet for an eventual chastity The chiding of gall, to subsume, we favor The limit's of worth, a world can save, by vanity Of coolly and calmly clashing with a problem's suitor Spare or seasoned The tale you seek, came with the force of promises Made and sometimes fate, is a fickle keep, of reasoned Many to jump into an argument, of sense and the nobility of lives Know fork, the taste of complexity, to give rage a gift Know spoon, the till and the handsomer will of cordiality Know knife, for itself, the common and the baring eyes of distance Know plate, coming here and now with a future for you, nativity
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Jul 8, 2022
Jul 8, 2022 at 10:37 PM UTC
The Mortal Coil On A Curious Table (They've)
No fork No spoon, until life looms No knife, without friendship to implore No plate, to make a wish without room... For more... Special is the need Of compelling, to understate sore Feelings about the rue and the role of thee Sent to sweet for an eventual chastity The chiding of gall, to subsume, we favor The limit's of worth, a world can save, by vanity Of coolly and calmly clashing with a problem's suitor Spare or seasoned The tale you seek, came with the force of promises Made and sometimes fate, is a fickle keep, of reasoned Many to jump into an argument, of sense and the nobility of lives Know fork, the taste of complexity, to give rage a gift Know spoon, the till and the handsomer will of cordiality Know knife, for itself, the common and the baring eyes of distance Know plate, coming here and now with a future for you, nativity
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56/M/Soldotna, Alaska
Jul 8, 2022
Jul 8, 2022 at 10:37 PM UTC
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