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I am the wood shop air compressor’s pediatrician I sit and wait in the pure darkness for it to stop Grudgingly accepting this strange meditation And in the street there is music on someone’s deck Audible over the corner's relentless groan And I can just barely make out voices
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Apr 1, 2016
Apr 1, 2016 at 8:50 PM UTC
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I am the wood shop air compressor’s pediatrician I sit and wait in the pure darkness for it to stop Grudgingly accepting this strange meditation And in the street there is music on someone’s deck Audible over the corner's relentless groan And I can just barely make out voices
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Apr 1, 2016
Apr 1, 2016 at 8:50 PM UTC
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