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Jan 2021
THE GREEN QUILL-INK-PEN SYMBOLIZES MY NERVES -- and you want to change another page; I can't scape --> breezes away, wishes away . . . I need a little company, don't be so scared, I've got it, babe . . . all I need is for this bass to go a little deeper into economic gastric pain. Telephones ring and I still can't drive home by myself, those ends are permed -- calm your nerves.
acacia
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acacia  F/orbis
(F/orbis)   
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   M Vogel
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