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May 2021
But the clouds don't sift til the sun is walking and the,
Wheels on the fish turn in the morning til the,
Milkman pops his first cold one until the,
Doors closed on the busy dawn and then the...
Maniacal Escape
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Maniacal Escape  30/M/lancashire
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