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Semantics, conjuring tricks that spring up like fleas jumping off a dead dog. I shall presume there is a room filled with people of learning burning the midnight oil or perhaps they're burning the books, breaking the glass to sound an alarm. There is no harm in the trying less life when you're dying and no one is dying to do that. late night orders. when wracking my brain thinking of cracking ******* I'm wrecking my chance of recovery. On a three day event when my time is ill spent on the windings of lanes I once trod only two days in and I'm looking to sin, 'there but for the grace of God' It's sleep time in Stratford and Catford and all fords we must cross will just have to wait until daybreak.
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Mar 29, 2017
Mar 29, 2017 at 5:00 PM UTC
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Semantics, conjuring tricks that spring up like fleas jumping off a dead dog. I shall presume there is a room filled with people of learning burning the midnight oil or perhaps they're burning the books, breaking the glass to sound an alarm. There is no harm in the trying less life when you're dying and no one is dying to do that. late night orders. when wracking my brain thinking of cracking ******* I'm wrecking my chance of recovery. On a three day event when my time is ill spent on the windings of lanes I once trod only two days in and I'm looking to sin, 'there but for the grace of God' It's sleep time in Stratford and Catford and all fords we must cross will just have to wait until daybreak.
musical chairs without the chairs is like dancing without having a partner.
john-edward-smallshaw
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Mar 29, 2017
Mar 29, 2017 at 5:00 PM UTC
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