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[Click] O there is a blessing in this gentle breeze That of a childhood friend returning for a gentle kiss on the cheek O, sweet Mary, how did you bear the fruit of thy womb so that the winds of change may spread it far far and wide, far from a sparse city, so that a pilgrim may find freedom. Free as a bird, free from a bird, the sins of his past forgotten Not forgotten, but atoned for, O Friend What shall be my harbour, so that the winds the winds may take me from this place, through a clear stream of conscious reckoning, of conscious wreckoning avoided the heavy weight of a weary day, bears its fruit bears it burden, a burden burthen of a now flightless bird unable, disabled to the winds, to wind and soar and now, upon this water, carried by the same winds The earth is all before me, my journey is endless Immortally mystified at its own liberty. I remember this day, and the gentle zephyrs that brought me home ‘Twas Autumn, the waters were clear and placid I remember this day, as the gentle vortex kissed my cheek, stroked my hair a Vortex, that you, too, can have for 3 Easy payments of $19.95, only on HSN but that’s not all. [Click]
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Jun 13, 2012
Jun 13, 2012 at 6:12 PM UTC
Romance Novelties and Dime-Store Television: Part IV
[Click] O there is a blessing in this gentle breeze That of a childhood friend returning for a gentle kiss on the cheek O, sweet Mary, how did you bear the fruit of thy womb so that the winds of change may spread it far far and wide, far from a sparse city, so that a pilgrim may find freedom. Free as a bird, free from a bird, the sins of his past forgotten Not forgotten, but atoned for, O Friend What shall be my harbour, so that the winds the winds may take me from this place, through a clear stream of conscious reckoning, of conscious wreckoning avoided the heavy weight of a weary day, bears its fruit bears it burden, a burden burthen of a now flightless bird unable, disabled to the winds, to wind and soar and now, upon this water, carried by the same winds The earth is all before me, my journey is endless Immortally mystified at its own liberty. I remember this day, and the gentle zephyrs that brought me home ‘Twas Autumn, the waters were clear and placid I remember this day, as the gentle vortex kissed my cheek, stroked my hair a Vortex, that you, too, can have for 3 Easy payments of $19.95, only on HSN but that’s not all. [Click]
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Jun 13, 2012
Jun 13, 2012 at 6:12 PM UTC
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