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(we are) on forgotten dreams
like cloud, str- -etched by fingers across the sky; like rain deep in morning ground. the heat of the sun!-- the strength of the day!--(our exclamations) warm, dry grass and sun--bright and eye-changing: (here) we look to tomorrow. - 0 * - < _ > - * 0 -- 0 * - < _ > - * 0 -- 0 * - < _ > - * 0 -- 0 * - < _ > - * 0- 0 * - < <739610877-3104-376.101077-1106.75103739110792103.108-5'92.9410776.> - 0 * - < _ > - * 0 -- 0 * - < _ > - * 0 -- 0 * - < _ > - * 0 -- 0 * - < _ > - * 0- 0 * - < Last bumped on Sep 12, 2016, 11:09:54 PM
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Beace,
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Freedom is not worth having if it does not include the freedom to make mistakes
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" "Drinks" A sip! A drink! Quaffed and spilled down the front of his shirt. Coffee soon; dawn comes. XoXo, Bwam - 0 * - < _ > - * 0 -- 0 * - < _ > - * 0 -- 0 * - < _ > - * 0 -- 0 * - < _ > - * 0- 0 * - <
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Roses are gay
Violets are gayer F*** this poem And listen to Slayer I make dumb builds, therefore I am.
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You like Slayer? ... Really?
... & you rhymed it with "gayer"? *SMH* - 0 * - < _ > - * 0 -- 0 * - < _ > - * 0 -- 0 * - < _ > - * 0 -- 0 * - < _ > - * 0- 0 * - <
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