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A baby's smell. A rare seashell. The things sublime that make you rich. A wishing well. A gambler's tell. The quilts of time that have no stitch. An ocean swell. A schooner's bell. The poet's rhyme that has no niche. r ~ 30Jan14
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Jan 30, 2014
Jan 30, 2014 at 4:42 PM UTC
Baby Wants to Sail
A baby's smell. A rare seashell. The things sublime that make you rich. A wishing well. A gambler's tell. The quilts of time that have no stitch. An ocean swell. A schooner's bell. The poet's rhyme that has no niche. r ~ 30Jan14
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Jan 30, 2014
Jan 30, 2014 at 4:42 PM UTC
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