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Feb 2018
There's whiskey in my teacup,
A hint of roasted grain at the tip of my tongue.
Mmm what a satisfying way to commence one's day.
With an inspiration to my step I greet thy mundane day,
With a challenged mind and ready eye.

To weave the threads of life into a storybook,
To cast thy kinsfolk into a world of simulation, thrill, and suspension.
This is thou greatest honor, pleasure, and privilege.
Written by
Emillie Underwood
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   Lior Gavra
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