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| Ralph Ellison |
Who could write such crap as this? Jenny Rose's three tiered bliss? I've seen more sense in my alphabet soup. Autumn harks! To Winged larks Ice cream stands and strolls in parks Many friends and coffee houses novelist and rebel rousers all smoldering nearby waiing for your spark life is short why not fly? Drop this sea blue game of lies why focus on that which you despise? Over the hills and across the plains I'll plaster your ass with a snowball!!!!!!!! |
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