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Aug 2016
Nosy Knuckler, too tough
for the rugged, tugboat huffing
the mud puddle's summit.

Home-bound with that lighthouse
stumble; strapped to the grin
with a sailor's plummet.

He's white face like the page he evades; weighted down by the surplus day-to-day What's the race?

Buckle down inertia coupled
with Challenger assertion
ushers in a mind tripwire explosion
of tick-tack proportion.
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what a waste
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