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| #1 apple grin |
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| safe? |
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| #1a apple grin |
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| broken, brokered, broke or none of these things |
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| boi |
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| then he's suddenly off on another tangent |
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| but the boy always fascinates me |
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| cindy boi |
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| claim stake |
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| bright leaf |
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| conspiracies too, they're dull |
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| but beaver are really shy, except with trees |
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| don't make me cry, barak obomba |
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| quik study of a comet head |
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| he knows words in a foreign tongue |
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| he might seem distracted but he always checks me. if he loses me he looks worried and grateful. |
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| he thinks that's funny |
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| he's fascinated by beaver too |
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| how to improve the world without even trying |
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| i had a glimpse of heaven today |
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| i admit i have been a little in awe of how stupid evil is |
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| is it ever too late to use a pseudonym |
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| is it a t.v? no i think it's a safe. |
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| it's amazing, there's so much good music, why do we listen to static? |
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| holiday |
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| plots are not interesting any more to me |
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| poe tree |
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| summer lovers |
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| the anguish of not becoming i confide to a tree |
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| the city wants bumpkins |
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| secret of the back yard |
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| the gaping silence |
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| we may never understand the mind of barak husane obomba but it won't be because we tried |
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| why isn't he throwing the ball? why doesn't he just throw the ball. what is he doing, now? |
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| yellow broom concrete garden paths |
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| it occurs to me, you don't have to remember to recall, or to be recalled. |























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