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Morning Spider What were you trying to say from down the dry well of the German coffee maker? A brusque “guten Morgan” unworthy of the finesse required to defeat the hinged plastic lid, ****** off mate” belying the English taste for tea, begging bus fare for the Silk Road transparent even without a bracing first cup. A caution, then? Don’t leave bags unattended, know the warning signs of stroke, sleep like a baby with two-step authentication? Choirmaster alone in the apse, dwarfed by vaulting cathedral walls soaring seamless into heavenly gloom, where I hover on high, indifferent god commanding flood water, bestowing the random fly of mercy, deigning to lower a spoon of salvation while you weave a gossamer chorale, perhaps, working the tiny shuttles your batons.
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Mar 8, 2017
Mar 8, 2017 at 9:22 AM UTC
Morning Spider
Morning Spider What were you trying to say from down the dry well of the German coffee maker? A brusque “guten Morgan” unworthy of the finesse required to defeat the hinged plastic lid, ****** off mate” belying the English taste for tea, begging bus fare for the Silk Road transparent even without a bracing first cup. A caution, then? Don’t leave bags unattended, know the warning signs of stroke, sleep like a baby with two-step authentication? Choirmaster alone in the apse, dwarfed by vaulting cathedral walls soaring seamless into heavenly gloom, where I hover on high, indifferent god commanding flood water, bestowing the random fly of mercy, deigning to lower a spoon of salvation while you weave a gossamer chorale, perhaps, working the tiny shuttles your batons.
dave-hardin
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Mar 8, 2017
Mar 8, 2017 at 9:22 AM UTC
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