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I escaped the irons blowing kisses to future fathers- I escaped the bronx cheers and lack of filligre, I escaped the "shut your mouth, old hound- lend your ears to the lack of me."

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judd-orsburn

American

Published: Aug 23, 2011
LinesWords: 634

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