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May 2013
"Restless” is my middle name.

“Less rest” is my religion.

“Wrestle less” is what I need to do with my emotions.

“West, West” is my destination.

“South, South” couldn’t hurt.

“Rentless” is how I want to live.

“Less rent” doesn’t always cost you less $. There are other ways of paying.

“Wreckless” but not anymore.

“Red Lens” in your rose colored glasses.

That you lost.

Here they are, five-ten, one sixty-five.

Don’t lose ‘em this time.
Paul James Valhalla Clear
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Paul James Valhalla Clear  Austin, TX
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