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i zowie doodles maisie may mali the bad lily lu lu and tommy tune.. ii i recall thursday in cold blowy bushes hopeless and late victorian chairs.. a rather shoddy future which got worse helpless victorian morals and worse and what then a succession of error a word a curse! woe to us! silver platters.. but upon my hairy shoulder youth laughed but a aways harsh wastrels! and you think and you think timeless ways and suddenly i was 30.. jesus.. an elephant in glass unemployable ant boats and stoats and factory malaise.. wish.. work in progress.. the seconds digress like love and stars not even a war go fish! a dance with a great magical door called wishes.. and then 40..! son,beware the cat lady beware the graceful smiles..and whipped 20 by or be since.. and strange things like comets come and go by which if character been fate is typical.. of me.. as forecast by teachers and towns but unknown music grin down.. and by golly close shaves around corners stuff and poetry.. some round.. lithe plain and of course why not made a million yet but all is still a sweet card.. a great winding returning empty while of some shiny circle..
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Aug 18, 2018
Aug 18, 2018 at 4:54 AM UTC
zowie doodles
i zowie doodles maisie may mali the bad lily lu lu and tommy tune.. ii i recall thursday in cold blowy bushes hopeless and late victorian chairs.. a rather shoddy future which got worse helpless victorian morals and worse and what then a succession of error a word a curse! woe to us! silver platters.. but upon my hairy shoulder youth laughed but a aways harsh wastrels! and you think and you think timeless ways and suddenly i was 30.. jesus.. an elephant in glass unemployable ant boats and stoats and factory malaise.. wish.. work in progress.. the seconds digress like love and stars not even a war go fish! a dance with a great magical door called wishes.. and then 40..! son,beware the cat lady beware the graceful smiles..and whipped 20 by or be since.. and strange things like comets come and go by which if character been fate is typical.. of me.. as forecast by teachers and towns but unknown music grin down.. and by golly close shaves around corners stuff and poetry.. some round.. lithe plain and of course why not made a million yet but all is still a sweet card.. a great winding returning empty while of some shiny circle..
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michael-john
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Aug 18, 2018
Aug 18, 2018 at 4:54 AM UTC
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