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When I am as a rusty frame resting in the dump of it's own miserable present I can but hope to become dung for a new spring.
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Oct 28, 2010
Oct 28, 2010 at 10:14 AM UTC
When I am as
When I am as a rusty frame resting in the dump of it's own miserable present I can but hope to become dung for a new spring.
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Oct 28, 2010
Oct 28, 2010 at 10:14 AM UTC
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