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There's whiskey in my teacup, A hint of roasted grain at the tip of my tongue. Mmm what a satisfying way to commence one's day. With an inspiration to my step I greet thy mundane day, With a challenged mind and ready eye. To weave the threads of life into a storybook, To cast thy kinsfolk into a world of simulation, thrill, and suspension. This is thou greatest honor, pleasure, and privilege.
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Feb 12, 2018
Feb 12, 2018 at 12:48 PM UTC
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There's whiskey in my teacup, A hint of roasted grain at the tip of my tongue. Mmm what a satisfying way to commence one's day. With an inspiration to my step I greet thy mundane day, With a challenged mind and ready eye. To weave the threads of life into a storybook, To cast thy kinsfolk into a world of simulation, thrill, and suspension. This is thou greatest honor, pleasure, and privilege.
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Feb 12, 2018
Feb 12, 2018 at 12:48 PM UTC
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