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Ode to our 101 As olden My crate is bothered Again in milks nestle Tiler of salt and creek Abrupts the smitten teaks So hardened in Finnish Carved as turnip Young gentle artisan and I His trolley rails From gentle Oranges County Hearing days labor in his tide Ventura he sails Bringing floors tapping And in Santa Monica his best hides Copyright © kevin mathenia | Year Posted 2025 Joe, Mike Blackface Jaime and Mr Downey I'm at send limit Besides, being disobedient songs hear us too It may come and go Crops do what we won't Share Irish slaves have blues friends? Some Easters Black people run for Christ By sitting on the treasure And white people?
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Sep 16, 2025
Sep 16, 2025 at 3:15 PM UTC
An Ode to Coffees Arrival
Ode to our 101 As olden My crate is bothered Again in milks nestle Tiler of salt and creek Abrupts the smitten teaks So hardened in Finnish Carved as turnip Young gentle artisan and I His trolley rails From gentle Oranges County Hearing days labor in his tide Ventura he sails Bringing floors tapping And in Santa Monica his best hides Copyright © kevin mathenia | Year Posted 2025 Joe, Mike Blackface Jaime and Mr Downey I'm at send limit Besides, being disobedient songs hear us too It may come and go Crops do what we won't Share Irish slaves have blues friends? Some Easters Black people run for Christ By sitting on the treasure And white people?
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Sep 16, 2025
Sep 16, 2025 at 3:15 PM UTC
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