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America, unveiled in frugal agendas secreted in roots of regal cypress terminal in nature, resounding. There has died and been buried, a man so little known, his flock of fledglings, so rarely returned, echoed youthful calls and whistles across spirits of tomorrow. Young men beating chests of perpetual, salacious sentiments, heralding: patriotic, passionate, eternal, pestilent, dogmatic, sick. Hopeless aptitude lost in pits, in trenches, in arrogant proposal, monuments of soils erected in earnest, divided in expectation, by a standard of worthiness. Casting shadows like youthful sorrows upon barren grounds such are souls. The ringing charges they powdered in optimistic principle besiege timeless yods of heroism laid upon an altar for remembrance. A Hymn of servitude now sung there, for those crushed beneath crops of civility. Lecherous fathers battling the sick condition of men harvested on Little Round Top, down Devil’s Den, in the Best Western Quality Inn. every bone in glory rest there.
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May 14, 2019
May 14, 2019 at 6:27 PM UTC
Destination Gettysburg
America, unveiled in frugal agendas secreted in roots of regal cypress terminal in nature, resounding. There has died and been buried, a man so little known, his flock of fledglings, so rarely returned, echoed youthful calls and whistles across spirits of tomorrow. Young men beating chests of perpetual, salacious sentiments, heralding: patriotic, passionate, eternal, pestilent, dogmatic, sick. Hopeless aptitude lost in pits, in trenches, in arrogant proposal, monuments of soils erected in earnest, divided in expectation, by a standard of worthiness. Casting shadows like youthful sorrows upon barren grounds such are souls. The ringing charges they powdered in optimistic principle besiege timeless yods of heroism laid upon an altar for remembrance. A Hymn of servitude now sung there, for those crushed beneath crops of civility. Lecherous fathers battling the sick condition of men harvested on Little Round Top, down Devil’s Den, in the Best Western Quality Inn. every bone in glory rest there.
Tluchowski
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29/M/Ohio
May 14, 2019
May 14, 2019 at 6:27 PM UTC
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