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The brown found autnm Was inocent on union street. And I thought of what he He said. " why do we all turn dull If necessary like the faded colors Of running salmon". Why do we inhale the thick burning air and never couph from The smokes obituary. I was young And navy blue He was old and Hansome stash tan. A scouts honor Grows into man And I learned to love The final stage Of covered land
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Aug 28, 2014
Aug 28, 2014 at 8:48 PM UTC
Leaves on union street
The brown found autnm Was inocent on union street. And I thought of what he He said. " why do we all turn dull If necessary like the faded colors Of running salmon". Why do we inhale the thick burning air and never couph from The smokes obituary. I was young And navy blue He was old and Hansome stash tan. A scouts honor Grows into man And I learned to love The final stage Of covered land
michael-parish
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Aug 28, 2014 at 8:48 PM UTC
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