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I've been in touch with the earth from eight to eighteen I've tasted the the dirt Oh, the abrasions I've seen! I've been one with the pavement I've been one with the pain I've contemplated the gravel when I jumped from a train I once communed with an animal then communed with the ground When my equestrian skills were not to be found. When I channeled the energy of a poorly taped line of an aerator machine, I expanded my mind. The lessons in life can be deep and profound, and, for a blue collar sage the lessons abound.
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Jan 18, 2016
Jan 18, 2016 at 4:08 PM UTC
Confessions from a hard knocks Glutton
I've been in touch with the earth from eight to eighteen I've tasted the the dirt Oh, the abrasions I've seen! I've been one with the pavement I've been one with the pain I've contemplated the gravel when I jumped from a train I once communed with an animal then communed with the ground When my equestrian skills were not to be found. When I channeled the energy of a poorly taped line of an aerator machine, I expanded my mind. The lessons in life can be deep and profound, and, for a blue collar sage the lessons abound.
robert-carl-brusberg
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Jan 18, 2016
Jan 18, 2016 at 4:08 PM UTC
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