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Jun 2014
all around, no sound, but I feel. I can feel cold, I can feel warm, I just go on whispering. Through the day I can change patterns, without any hesitation at all , I just goes on whispering, yet I has no mouth to whisper from. what am I?
Classy J
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Classy J  22/M/Medicine Hat
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