finds a truffle every now and then.
That's what the little voice
tells me.
After I string together
a word or two
or even a few,
Everyone's a critic I guess.
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I hope I don’t live to regret having lived. Some things are gonna suck, though, and for a long while, but never so much that “o...
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The white panther pads Alight against the grey of winter Stalking through the cemetery Walking there alongside me The white panth... -
Every morning as the sun crests Over the hoity-toity housing up the hill I choke one down. You could set a clock by it. A bitter...
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