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bird crap on the glass, like white snow but not as clean or as cold lacking the sharp crunch, satisfying, under boots; causing only grief windex, wipe away with paper towels, make clean the muddy snow plops
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May 8, 2013
May 8, 2013 at 3:55 PM UTC
Early This Morning
bird crap on the glass, like white snow but not as clean or as cold lacking the sharp crunch, satisfying, under boots; causing only grief windex, wipe away with paper towels, make clean the muddy snow plops
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May 8, 2013
May 8, 2013 at 3:55 PM UTC
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