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why it gets more solemn around ten at night the busy people are not around, how so many different reasons and sights get roiled around turned over upside now turned over and studied like squirmy things by a botanist in a lab or in my brain dissected like a lab rat prone flat on my back my tail taut my ears droop, right then, take a specimen and find to find it all is how the time is then too early or late or impossible
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Apr 15, 2016
Apr 15, 2016 at 11:52 PM UTC
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why it gets more solemn around ten at night the busy people are not around, how so many different reasons and sights get roiled around turned over upside now turned over and studied like squirmy things by a botanist in a lab or in my brain dissected like a lab rat prone flat on my back my tail taut my ears droop, right then, take a specimen and find to find it all is how the time is then too early or late or impossible
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Apr 15, 2016 at 11:52 PM UTC
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