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Sep 2014
Where might I  buy this time?
On a corner
in the hood, all my calls in the 'burb go unanswered.
I so want to see my dealer pull up
to my curb, cut me off a minute.
in the meanwhile, i wait
fret ******* in me head
anticipate
wait for the hour hand for me to
imitate  a cuckoo and say
where the **** is it!
wordvango
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       Fallen Rebel of Eden, aivustianumus and ---
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