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C R C R O S S S S SO CROSS I COULD SPIT CHIPS, A LEG FELL OFF ‘MY SITTING MAN’ ALL THAT’S LEFT ARE BITS. SO LET THIS BE A MONUMENT TO A SCULPTOR’S SECRET DREAMS, WHAT WOULD HAVE BEEN A MASTERPIECE NOW LIES IN SMITHEREENS.
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Apr 21, 2016
Apr 21, 2016 at 8:27 PM UTC
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C R C R O S S S S SO CROSS I COULD SPIT CHIPS, A LEG FELL OFF ‘MY SITTING MAN’ ALL THAT’S LEFT ARE BITS. SO LET THIS BE A MONUMENT TO A SCULPTOR’S SECRET DREAMS, WHAT WOULD HAVE BEEN A MASTERPIECE NOW LIES IN SMITHEREENS.
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stonechipper
Australia
Apr 21, 2016
Apr 21, 2016 at 8:27 PM UTC
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