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A wayfarer gardens and yeaning wake his soul on this Market Square still he shops and sleeps where his abode is nigh   and their goods are cheap like his barbecued cecils now such gazes he's met that fires their clement   if City Hall landslide elects again.
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Aug 20, 2017
Aug 20, 2017 at 8:44 AM UTC
A Landslide Elect
A wayfarer gardens and yeaning wake his soul on this Market Square still he shops and sleeps where his abode is nigh   and their goods are cheap like his barbecued cecils now such gazes he's met that fires their clement   if City Hall landslide elects again.
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Aug 20, 2017
Aug 20, 2017 at 8:44 AM UTC
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