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a monkey of lost earth |
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mister's not a big kisser. |
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not crying but singing. |
there was a brilliant ruby red dragon, and a neon blue, but this lass was the only one who would let me get so intimate.
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deep fetching |
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a great tree for david |
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being a depressive i wanted to start mourning the island yesterday but then i shook my head and said silly boy it's here today. the poisoner levy and his army of engineers were blissfully absent. |
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for luciano berio |
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and luigi nono |
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swimming to lolaploosa a day late |
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sometimes without thinking i realize i'm meeting my ghost again. |
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mulberry spider |
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castaways |
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he always looks a little concerned when i swim. |
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the dance of the mulberry spider. |
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strangers |
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the enigma of arrival |
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