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the friday before the whole fried salt and desultory shake hand.. the news man intimated words like latest and limited exchange and we all will be informed sold the last language..he cried.. there were our leaders grim face there was the sky sea and land.. there,  the missiles casual arced.. the world quite another place..! no more fish or dow index.. no more no next.. on friday last we stayed indoors no more music at our behest the dance so many deaths waiting by the walls.. we avoided birds and eyes and broke the silence with a silence.. the flies caught in honey.. the world turned to see all the toys lay not much to be not much at all..
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Aug 4, 2017
Aug 4, 2017 at 4:55 AM UTC
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the friday before the whole fried salt and desultory shake hand.. the news man intimated words like latest and limited exchange and we all will be informed sold the last language..he cried.. there were our leaders grim face there was the sky sea and land.. there,  the missiles casual arced.. the world quite another place..! no more fish or dow index.. no more no next.. on friday last we stayed indoors no more music at our behest the dance so many deaths waiting by the walls.. we avoided birds and eyes and broke the silence with a silence.. the flies caught in honey.. the world turned to see all the toys lay not much to be not much at all..
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Aug 4, 2017
Aug 4, 2017 at 4:55 AM UTC
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