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Oct 2024
When I was a wee lad
poorly in spirit, feeble,
a weakling who had to
be toughened, despite
no ability to complete
with other spermatozoa
that also crossed the
same finishing line as
myself, which gave me
no excuse for difference.
I was a flat battery, with
no power, but I revolted.
Ryan O'Leary
Written by
Ryan O'Leary  Mallow.
(Mallow.)   
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