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For all you've done and said, The care and understanding, All the unsaid and undone Makes my response sound trite. I could paste wings on your photos, Create an award in your name, Establish a child sweatshop, Radicalize the altar boys, Trade up to a sniper's rifle, Join a Cartel, Put granulated sugar in your tea, Vote Conservative, And even then, After the fire, I'd be at a loss for words.
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Jun 30, 2017
Jun 30, 2017 at 8:01 AM UTC
At a Loss for Words
For all you've done and said, The care and understanding, All the unsaid and undone Makes my response sound trite. I could paste wings on your photos, Create an award in your name, Establish a child sweatshop, Radicalize the altar boys, Trade up to a sniper's rifle, Join a Cartel, Put granulated sugar in your tea, Vote Conservative, And even then, After the fire, I'd be at a loss for words.
francie-lynch
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Jun 30, 2017
Jun 30, 2017 at 8:01 AM UTC
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