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| Doar |
Ingrained in the polished web siblings string for her. A hundred lies leaped over, A sweetness zeroxed. Transitional phases of the waxing and waning. |
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| pete |
irish alzemiers, forgetting everything but grudges... so said one of the ladies at the folk fest, an irish-canadian performer |
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