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Last nights phrases, The points were impressive, They stuck out like sore thumbs, It helped push up a lot of my daises. Large was the pawn I held, It fell and broke into pieces. I picked every part up When it was fixed, It was half missing! I asked you for an hour, you gave me a quarter, Full of your patter. It did not matter. I do love your chatter. Searching for the inner matter, I thought of your gift of never, I certainly no longer felt clever. However, I endevour to be your Friend forever We loved all weather When we were together Have you forgotten? You can be really rotten
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Sep 27, 2011
Sep 27, 2011 at 2:14 PM UTC
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Last nights phrases, The points were impressive, They stuck out like sore thumbs, It helped push up a lot of my daises. Large was the pawn I held, It fell and broke into pieces. I picked every part up When it was fixed, It was half missing! I asked you for an hour, you gave me a quarter, Full of your patter. It did not matter. I do love your chatter. Searching for the inner matter, I thought of your gift of never, I certainly no longer felt clever. However, I endevour to be your Friend forever We loved all weather When we were together Have you forgotten? You can be really rotten
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Sep 27, 2011
Sep 27, 2011 at 2:14 PM UTC
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