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Ms. Belvedere oh won't you oblige my simple request for a spot of tea Into the fire I've cast my letters from you I never received I sang SOS to you through the radio but you were not scanning when I tried someone else heard and to me, responded "When does swimming turn into drowning?" I cried. 'Dere I see you in sketches on wooden tables and inserts in the newspapers now and then When even if your radio's on one day I'll likely never swim again
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Jul 9, 2015
Jul 9, 2015 at 1:36 PM UTC
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Ms. Belvedere oh won't you oblige my simple request for a spot of tea Into the fire I've cast my letters from you I never received I sang SOS to you through the radio but you were not scanning when I tried someone else heard and to me, responded "When does swimming turn into drowning?" I cried. 'Dere I see you in sketches on wooden tables and inserts in the newspapers now and then When even if your radio's on one day I'll likely never swim again
arlo-miller
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Jul 9, 2015
Jul 9, 2015 at 1:36 PM UTC
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