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Several idolatrous revolutions of the Earth: Supposedly the inviolable law and declaration of potential. To be told among the hive that the honey is not sweet enough, or the fate of conception was too delayed, is to sentence a mind to a long-fused and intemperate wait The debt of youth must surely be paid, but alas – too few summers have I known and I have yet to feel that doppler swing to the right; my hands are still soft; my taste is still keen; I have never made nor broken a vow. So I am settled to deflate to penitently delineate and I hold you – arbitrator - to your word.
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Jul 1, 2010
Jul 1, 2010 at 7:14 AM UTC
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Several idolatrous revolutions of the Earth: Supposedly the inviolable law and declaration of potential. To be told among the hive that the honey is not sweet enough, or the fate of conception was too delayed, is to sentence a mind to a long-fused and intemperate wait The debt of youth must surely be paid, but alas – too few summers have I known and I have yet to feel that doppler swing to the right; my hands are still soft; my taste is still keen; I have never made nor broken a vow. So I am settled to deflate to penitently delineate and I hold you – arbitrator - to your word.
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Jul 1, 2010
Jul 1, 2010 at 7:14 AM UTC
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