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Jan 2016
they are all asleep
I am not
I cannot find slumber
I am cognizant
I ingest my cafe through my sipping lips
I type right now... at this moment

My hands and body sometimes shake and ache
(shake and bake- hmmmm, "I see daily humor in that stroke")
I pry my appendages apart in the sunlight hours

Why does Nick Cage play this role and how does the Pontiff entertain his?
Where do hobbits come in and the fae make for a common place in nature? but I do recommend

I do recommend
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