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Deep Fried Tennessee ***

to not dawdling in the sump of your foibles-

Russia, France, shadowboxing,

dry cash and sock money.

i told him enough with the squats already!

 

refused to gobble over the intercom after selling an organic turkey,

imagine I get fired for refusing to gobble.

 

moved to Alaska and became a scenery ******

aside from synonyms, I’m okay.

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road-heart
32 / F / Reno, NV
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Nov 19, 2018
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