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Dec 2019
Game time, at the same time as the baseline drops, as the punchline..comes in..., there's much in.. the bag, as I call all in, falling down the rabbit hole opened up Pandora's box, some ******* when you manage to free yourself and play to win, save sin for subjectivity, an activity at hand, the playing field was my shield so I'm playing it safe, got the home field advantage, not taking no damage, I ran em off, on with the main event, the pain I spent to claim a sense of joy?, boy!, had me fooled for a minute didn't it?, had me thinking bout exploring some uncharted territory.. but take home with me, and plant my flag when all is said and done, I won away from home, in the Superdome where it's hard to collect the correct, I connect and commence the play called.. and execute the plot, with it's extra use, I juice the clock. TICK-TOCK.
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Cyclone  22/M/Houston, TX
(22/M/Houston, TX)   
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