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What I have is a pitch angled at nothing and I envy the limber crowd of bees, and I envy the spider’s easy meal. The low hum of a wash cycle competes with, then dislodges my dirge, gradually builds a golden, natural looking wan expression. Diffident? Go out and meander content to accept the indifference of meaning. This walk is not a protest. This work was only ever play. Suitable for all skin types our explanations can’t help themselves, run like British accents on trade and explain away any need for help. Non-streaking conceits you know best how much you are worth.
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Oct 23, 2016
Oct 23, 2016 at 9:02 AM UTC
Albion Din
What I have is a pitch angled at nothing and I envy the limber crowd of bees, and I envy the spider’s easy meal. The low hum of a wash cycle competes with, then dislodges my dirge, gradually builds a golden, natural looking wan expression. Diffident? Go out and meander content to accept the indifference of meaning. This walk is not a protest. This work was only ever play. Suitable for all skin types our explanations can’t help themselves, run like British accents on trade and explain away any need for help. Non-streaking conceits you know best how much you are worth.
a poem partly made up from the blurb on a shampoo bottle!
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Oct 23, 2016
Oct 23, 2016 at 9:02 AM UTC
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