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Jun 15
Call an Irish slave
Gift the inks poems
And retrieve our lost logs from the seven seas of eternity

As counted upon as peasant
In hostage devotion
Resent our toils in timber
A vow which candor
Finally carries its own cross

That we should be lent in miracle
Yet never cross in brows wording


Hi Hailey
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kevin  44/M/california
(44/M/california)   
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