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Laying beneath the car changing bands like myself. Try to fix problems I don’t fully understand. Stripping bolt holes, saving wealth; I’m feeling real loose. Progress aborted, but still need my caboose. Jack stayed for a while, standing his ground, as I contemplate ways to fix and rebound. Pondering days; I was happy in the fall my mind in the sink, Jack cracked: 911 call. Paramedics came rushing, lights bright, can’t blink. Beginning to realize I can’t even think, just images of life and flowers adrift the car was too heavy for me to lift.
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Apr 15, 2025
Apr 15, 2025 at 11:31 PM UTC
under the weight
Laying beneath the car changing bands like myself. Try to fix problems I don’t fully understand. Stripping bolt holes, saving wealth; I’m feeling real loose. Progress aborted, but still need my caboose. Jack stayed for a while, standing his ground, as I contemplate ways to fix and rebound. Pondering days; I was happy in the fall my mind in the sink, Jack cracked: 911 call. Paramedics came rushing, lights bright, can’t blink. Beginning to realize I can’t even think, just images of life and flowers adrift the car was too heavy for me to lift.
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Apr 15, 2025
Apr 15, 2025 at 11:31 PM UTC
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