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| asterix |
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| he does look sexy in glasses. |
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| mister and ponette. |
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| mister helping stock. |
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| you got my apple, yes? |
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| dog of heaven on hell pier. |
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| every where i go there am i humph. |
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| impromptus |
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| i will wait forever. |
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| while it is serendipitous to find intact glasses on the rough shore it would be hubris to insist that they fit. |
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| i shall cut my savage hair. |
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| maybe goggles. |
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| i work from a sense of place. o bleak. |
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| the inevitable is still unknown. |
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| ponette is keeping a record too. |
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| in colors |
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| exuent |
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| i'm losing my mind. |
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| he lost his wildness, he lost his love, he lost his mind in the wilderness of love. |
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| copp at the candy counter. |
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| ponette, you're a fine girl, what a good wife you would be, but my life, my love and my lady, is the sea. |
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| can we, may we, shall we open some produce? |
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| my other is my only vehicle. |
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| relevance gets you part way, but you have to run on air. |
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| pas de deux |
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| ponette on the end of the world beach. |
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| chase me, golden boy. |
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| the secret of seduction. |
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| sharing a snifter. |
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| baffle of dune grass. |
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| ponette peeing. |
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| for thandie newton- |
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| thank you for your time, well you've been so much more than kind. |
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| the difference of indifference is background to form. |
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| the dream of the running chasm, polarity of running falling on the edge veering either way, at once from childhood. |
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| wanting, a picture for lack of words. |
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| wild things are resilient though. |
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| will it ever be thus |















































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