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Aug 2012
the train, son, is very real.

you roar in your mother.

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it is so loud you cannot hear an angel ****** an angel.

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the country has a leader. the story is
she has a whiteness

no one can see.

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I’ve not understood the saying
of weakness. that said, I’ve one for

tunnels. cloche hats. and Africa.

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I broke my arm, I met your mother.

it is of use
that I push
this train.
Barton D Smock
Written by
Barton D Smock  48/M/Columbus, Ohio
(48/M/Columbus, Ohio)   
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