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It was about twelve hours later and the sun was on the wane I awoke to find i'd slept the whole day through again. nothing new but nothing good ever comes from tardiness and sloth both of us know it. I fastened to my tie pin a hint of her blue eyes and in my heart a memory of the night and of our cries. A man must do what a man can do if he must then so can I, but I'd die for a dime to spend one more time with the lady of my dreams.
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Aug 25, 2016
Aug 25, 2016 at 10:20 AM UTC
El Paso
It was about twelve hours later and the sun was on the wane I awoke to find i'd slept the whole day through again. nothing new but nothing good ever comes from tardiness and sloth both of us know it. I fastened to my tie pin a hint of her blue eyes and in my heart a memory of the night and of our cries. A man must do what a man can do if he must then so can I, but I'd die for a dime to spend one more time with the lady of my dreams.
john-edward-smallshaw
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Aug 25, 2016
Aug 25, 2016 at 10:20 AM UTC
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