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1d
When the rain stops
And the humidity sweats window glass
And you can see the yellow dusting,
Know that my cannon comes loaded,
And primed for internal combustion.

In one sniffle and wheeze…
Achoo!my cannon bursts
Leaving gross residue

I think I need Benadryl and a nap.
Sorry I haven’t been super active this weekend, allergies are killin me
Damocles
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Damocles  39/M/USA
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