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Dec 2014
People were swimming the lake racing loch ness.
The ones wearing skimpy wet suits were winning.
Well wasn’t whatever that one thought false?
Quiet quaker meditations may prove true.
Big mouth filled with one long tooth.
When I see three oranges, I juggle,
When I see two towers, I walk.
My feet hurt from walking.
I got lost in the park.
spooky doopy
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