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Some sit turning handles, minds lit by candles. But do their arc lamps flash when freed from making cash. While some are wriggling, book worming, their minds inflamed, brightly burning. The difference, some time to think, nature's race or nurture's link.
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Aug 23, 2015
Aug 23, 2015 at 6:06 AM UTC
Handling Time
Some sit turning handles, minds lit by candles. But do their arc lamps flash when freed from making cash. While some are wriggling, book worming, their minds inflamed, brightly burning. The difference, some time to think, nature's race or nurture's link.
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Aug 23, 2015
Aug 23, 2015 at 6:06 AM UTC
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