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…is a rolling river running round and round the ages, rough and ready, reaving the unwary intellect and cleaving raw the wounds of yesterday. I’m rugged. I'm wrought. I’m wrecked.

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nick-c

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Published: Jan 23, 2012
LinesWords: 630

Notes: ...is also a superb song by The Stranglers, which you should listen to if you haven't done so already.

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