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Post by Don Schaeffer on Feb 23, 2013 12:58:49 GMT -5
I sit in front hourly of all the blank and empty power while the steamy streets drip ice. I have to look for things to do with optics, audio, word, and eyes past the white curtain. Aging way beyond uselfulness, the jokes I play on myself keep me alive instead of money.
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