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crammed in corrals hissing whispers of escape and hoping their size and shade captivates the next sticky-fingered cart rider mother's mind so mobbed and arms so grocery-laden that the ribbed and loosely coiled ribbon remains unknotted, unbowed to slip from pudgy-fingered grips the orb bobs and sways– laughing, helium-high as it makes its getaway unknowingly following Icarus to a solar ****** that is, if beak or plane doesn't reach it first POP! shattered and tattered, irreparable it plummets back to earth its noose still dangling from its neck
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Jun 28, 2014
Jun 28, 2014 at 2:04 PM UTC
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crammed in corrals hissing whispers of escape and hoping their size and shade captivates the next sticky-fingered cart rider mother's mind so mobbed and arms so grocery-laden that the ribbed and loosely coiled ribbon remains unknotted, unbowed to slip from pudgy-fingered grips the orb bobs and sways– laughing, helium-high as it makes its getaway unknowingly following Icarus to a solar ****** that is, if beak or plane doesn't reach it first POP! shattered and tattered, irreparable it plummets back to earth its noose still dangling from its neck
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Jun 28, 2014
Jun 28, 2014 at 2:04 PM UTC
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