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Apr 2
meditations in my mind are
the absent minded professor right now
i have emptied ink
from Ireland
into time
irrelevant crimes of France
you are only children
too sound
much too sound
guitar is not the word, it goes like this
i can't watch myself go
Written by
kevin  44/M/california
(44/M/california)   
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