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Across the purple mountain majesties, flowing fields, and amber waves of grain. The eagle flaunts wings of liberty, she is focused, gazing without refrain. Even intrusive when one is snowed in, the eagle watches and "protects" us all, but the masses refuse to be smitten. The once omnipresent eye exists galled. Indecision, haunting the eagle's eye whilst law favors liberty's wing - A moot adjourns amongst her eye and our disguise. Expanding wisdom laments her eye - left shrewd. But now, why at all be concerned? Now, the eye's chances fall under one-third.
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Apr 26, 2015
Apr 26, 2015 at 1:43 AM UTC
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Across the purple mountain majesties, flowing fields, and amber waves of grain. The eagle flaunts wings of liberty, she is focused, gazing without refrain. Even intrusive when one is snowed in, the eagle watches and "protects" us all, but the masses refuse to be smitten. The once omnipresent eye exists galled. Indecision, haunting the eagle's eye whilst law favors liberty's wing - A moot adjourns amongst her eye and our disguise. Expanding wisdom laments her eye - left shrewd. But now, why at all be concerned? Now, the eye's chances fall under one-third.
tim-eichhorn
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Apr 26, 2015
Apr 26, 2015 at 1:43 AM UTC
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