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Straight

Like inundated praise the rhetoric concern of tithe ballooning, like a fact implied inertia blinds with its deride! To see it straight, to moor divine I buckle too, as then resign so many voices, tail wind's fine could move ahead, so never mine? Concourse profane, am strong at thine, but trying self ~ so far behind!

Copyright © | Year Posted 2007




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