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I sat upon the window sill and thought - for thoughts are never still - that if all the world my oyster was, then all the world my choices stung and if all the world a stage may be, my part is such a site to see a monologue, soliloquy the question - to be, or not to be? a poem in pentameter but such exact parameters find talent lacking quite a bit to coin a phrase: "well, ******* **** the critics all prefer your prose, but you can't quite see over your nose reduced to quaint obscenities and use them so uncertainly but on the past, i must digress and to my original thought regress for window sills demand your calm So I must cease, or I'll be gone.
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Dec 17, 2014
Dec 17, 2014 at 8:09 PM UTC
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I sat upon the window sill and thought - for thoughts are never still - that if all the world my oyster was, then all the world my choices stung and if all the world a stage may be, my part is such a site to see a monologue, soliloquy the question - to be, or not to be? a poem in pentameter but such exact parameters find talent lacking quite a bit to coin a phrase: "well, ******* **** the critics all prefer your prose, but you can't quite see over your nose reduced to quaint obscenities and use them so uncertainly but on the past, i must digress and to my original thought regress for window sills demand your calm So I must cease, or I'll be gone.
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Dec 17, 2014
Dec 17, 2014 at 8:09 PM UTC
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