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The puppy seemed happy to see me when I seen her at the park that other day. you coulda seen it right away. So the shrink lady she say, so what? Dunnno, jisayin' somebody seemed happy after seeing me naked paraded before all who may have noticed, maybe not. What if nobody noticed and I am happily seen a naked thing I am unnoticeable save for seekers of knowns believed to be known or knowable by you, down in the slew, Bunyan's slough, ya got iron in yer blood? ya areckon. Yer Uncle Sam needs ya, boy, you leave that Kansas lass to stare at those July buttermilk skies, there's a war awaitin' for Rough Riders, Arizona reared and steered Say what, sir? Steered? Not me. Done my time. Played footballs, by damtotell, at Fort Bliss, I threw hand grenades, Football was Ft. Huachuca, autumn, 1967 Bien Hoa was in the spring, one day after My Lai, my country's legacy from my year beyond the whole idea of war. History said, if we are not the Redcoats, we are the Hessians, at least. Allegiance to a legion because they are many? Perish the thought.
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Nov 6, 2018
Nov 6, 2018 at 7:17 PM UTC
I haven't felt this way in years
The puppy seemed happy to see me when I seen her at the park that other day. you coulda seen it right away. So the shrink lady she say, so what? Dunnno, jisayin' somebody seemed happy after seeing me naked paraded before all who may have noticed, maybe not. What if nobody noticed and I am happily seen a naked thing I am unnoticeable save for seekers of knowns believed to be known or knowable by you, down in the slew, Bunyan's slough, ya got iron in yer blood? ya areckon. Yer Uncle Sam needs ya, boy, you leave that Kansas lass to stare at those July buttermilk skies, there's a war awaitin' for Rough Riders, Arizona reared and steered Say what, sir? Steered? Not me. Done my time. Played footballs, by damtotell, at Fort Bliss, I threw hand grenades, Football was Ft. Huachuca, autumn, 1967 Bien Hoa was in the spring, one day after My Lai, my country's legacy from my year beyond the whole idea of war. History said, if we are not the Redcoats, we are the Hessians, at least. Allegiance to a legion because they are many? Perish the thought.
Just characteizing finding voice willing to be blamed.
kenpepiton
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77/M/Pine Valley CA
Nov 6, 2018
Nov 6, 2018 at 7:17 PM UTC
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