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I opened the garage door with angst and conviction My mother never approved of my infatuation for the boy in my math class I need not her blessing for independence has been on my side since my father started playing hockey again I got in my car and drove far away. I hadn't a clue where to go, but the wind carried me into his arms. The view from the tree was whimsical. To the north, a bear ran naked but no one was outraged by the sight I acquired my mother's jacket and threw it at the bee hive above me Praying they were as nice as the Mormons To the south, I saw my reflection in a pool of chicken eggs. Frightened, I ran to the nearest cow and boarded Together we sauntered into the future. I saw my great grandmother telling me her pancakes were ready I traveled to Idaho in search of syrup Aunt Jamima always prevailed I always preferred goat butter It just tasted better and we went on in the frigid weather.
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Nov 15, 2013
Nov 15, 2013 at 9:49 AM UTC
Traveling Winding Roads
I opened the garage door with angst and conviction My mother never approved of my infatuation for the boy in my math class I need not her blessing for independence has been on my side since my father started playing hockey again I got in my car and drove far away. I hadn't a clue where to go, but the wind carried me into his arms. The view from the tree was whimsical. To the north, a bear ran naked but no one was outraged by the sight I acquired my mother's jacket and threw it at the bee hive above me Praying they were as nice as the Mormons To the south, I saw my reflection in a pool of chicken eggs. Frightened, I ran to the nearest cow and boarded Together we sauntered into the future. I saw my great grandmother telling me her pancakes were ready I traveled to Idaho in search of syrup Aunt Jamima always prevailed I always preferred goat butter It just tasted better and we went on in the frigid weather.
Once again, ladies and gentlemen, The Great EENER NOSPMOHT.
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Nov 15, 2013
Nov 15, 2013 at 9:49 AM UTC
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