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A I G A There.. always Straying never Like the fingers upon my hand-I can confidently count on them Like slow service at the counter-they keep me in line Just like the horizon to the Sun, the ground beneath my feet, or that baboon on pride rock-they elevate me, Time will fade away.... As will possessions... Memories won’t.. Ever.
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Jun 30, 2015
Jun 30, 2015 at 7:15 AM UTC
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