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4d
Before the land was a granted
We doubted
And I spoke to a water without his soil
I hid in his building
Requesting his mind
And a brother I shall return

Sent to Tara courtesy of James Mueller phd

That you may begin learning the recon
Of Irish American soils and this pathetic science be gone for ever

This is NASA tolerances for China and Japan data

Allow yourselves the yodogawa ward at least.....
Where drum falls upon child steps beneath empty water ears
Written by
kevin  44/M/california
(44/M/california)   
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