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[04 Jan 2006|11:18am] |
it does not fit; that i should
be as i am in this moment, else
tells us that of course isnt as
predictable as anyone may have ori
ginally
thought.
gone and staying away and
what a laugh is had...so much
of one as to make the sky, even,
blush.
yes.
verily, the day bursts out
of onto through itself making a
wet plush noise which tickles
and pokes and chides, even, kind of.
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