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Pugnacious mind of mine Seeks an end to this winter fog Your ramblings, on and on I close the shutters, for spring is not in sight Pig manure emasculates the air Not a farm in sight Your ramblings, on and on I find solace in the bedroom closet I hear the car door slam The front door slam Your ramblings, on and on I chamber the round then nothing but stars
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Jun 25, 2014
Jun 25, 2014 at 6:42 AM UTC
Ramblings
Pugnacious mind of mine Seeks an end to this winter fog Your ramblings, on and on I close the shutters, for spring is not in sight Pig manure emasculates the air Not a farm in sight Your ramblings, on and on I find solace in the bedroom closet I hear the car door slam The front door slam Your ramblings, on and on I chamber the round then nothing but stars
john-k-trainer
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Jun 25, 2014
Jun 25, 2014 at 6:42 AM UTC
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