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Aug 2017
I vow not to lose my mind because my underpants have been stolen
by gold-star dykers exposing for me to see purplish ******* swollen

In smolderin' limelight it's the fires we light when the flames go out
that make bold blonde lives worth living as if there were doubt that
I limp like fatty Orson Welles after uric acid gave him podagra gout
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