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I reckon the ages when the fogies did ,that which wasn't bogey and reasons why seasons did sizzle a past never altered to past tense for this is my utterance Lost had nothing to post just a gaze ,giring me a phrase this is now the boat of amazement bloated ;though it towed it lagged my bragging heart to fuse I beckon with ease but not bliss though to find peace but just please jammed on..... crumbled thoughts ,crumpled mind forth with a wrinkled ****** looks. It was nothing special! it took no nook,cranny not all the kin all in all I found myself on the book Something felt to be great , with the magnitude of the concocted ideas the amazing grace 'song' just leveled to the latitude those were the days ,no longer the same Blame the game Curtain drawn ,not yet certain the pain is gone but still torn born a new but just with some .....to cling on I obliged to lean on a clean page For the idea is no longer oblivious Various scenes but not the obvious
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Mar 21, 2017
Mar 21, 2017 at 9:01 AM UTC
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I reckon the ages when the fogies did ,that which wasn't bogey and reasons why seasons did sizzle a past never altered to past tense for this is my utterance Lost had nothing to post just a gaze ,giring me a phrase this is now the boat of amazement bloated ;though it towed it lagged my bragging heart to fuse I beckon with ease but not bliss though to find peace but just please jammed on..... crumbled thoughts ,crumpled mind forth with a wrinkled ****** looks. It was nothing special! it took no nook,cranny not all the kin all in all I found myself on the book Something felt to be great , with the magnitude of the concocted ideas the amazing grace 'song' just leveled to the latitude those were the days ,no longer the same Blame the game Curtain drawn ,not yet certain the pain is gone but still torn born a new but just with some .....to cling on I obliged to lean on a clean page For the idea is no longer oblivious Various scenes but not the obvious
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Mar 21, 2017
Mar 21, 2017 at 9:01 AM UTC
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