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busy soaking to my bones the sun found time to crisp his skin: oh what a worry he would be but our brew was based on youth, wine, an summer’s haste: so came joy, burnt skin an failed livers
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Aug 29, 2017
Aug 29, 2017 at 4:52 PM UTC
summertime
busy soaking to my bones the sun found time to crisp his skin: oh what a worry he would be but our brew was based on youth, wine, an summer’s haste: so came joy, burnt skin an failed livers
jared-m-field
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Aug 29, 2017
Aug 29, 2017 at 4:52 PM UTC
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