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off the aeroplane meeting me is christ he doesn't say a word he only fries rice useless tables are useless politicians   they should be practical but you can't throw them in the chipper i'm in-between cupboards and in-between wards playing drunk on the piano so i'm not drafted into war born sick and commanded to be well asking jesus for the secrets that the useless **** cannot tell back on the aeroplane which only now is a spitfire i'll see you all in newyork and with all our hearts tired
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Jan 4, 2020
Jan 4, 2020 at 6:10 AM UTC
off the aeroplane
off the aeroplane meeting me is christ he doesn't say a word he only fries rice useless tables are useless politicians   they should be practical but you can't throw them in the chipper i'm in-between cupboards and in-between wards playing drunk on the piano so i'm not drafted into war born sick and commanded to be well asking jesus for the secrets that the useless **** cannot tell back on the aeroplane which only now is a spitfire i'll see you all in newyork and with all our hearts tired
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Jan 4, 2020 at 6:10 AM UTC
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