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Jan 2013
Today, our planet assists, the suns spit, in traversing the distance, to our earthly pit of gardening and ****.

Hello sun, it was fun, but ill meet you here next year. If you don't **** us.
Michael W Noland
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Michael W Noland  Seattle
(Seattle)   
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