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Dec 2019
To fruition reap and sow a growing mind, cautious of the weeds that tend to hinder it through vines.. be as fruitful as can be, squash the fruity roots that's taking shape, just as good as waste, one's that's playing ******* tapes, struggle just to bust a grape, OJ squeezed right out his element, I know I got the juice, leave em thirsty for quotables, Dr.Suess can cure the youth, we don't need no more killers, just teach em how to be noble and mobile children of our kind, multiply our troops and save our nation from the kind killing our mankind our tribe sees, I know that if I'm spreading this word it's on me and they hate it, harder to makeup for it than stated.. after a fine period I know my sentence will rob me of all my commas, and my only explanation is exclamation, stunned by how this oneness reached conjunction and confusion wishing patience, allows me, to read between the lines, no and's, no if's, or but's, this soon will be defined, cutting to the chase leaving less than what is needed to be said, instead just leave a mystery in how easy it's read.
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Cyclone  22/M/Houston, TX
(22/M/Houston, TX)   
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