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Post by Steve on May 20, 2011 22:23:07 GMT -5
Can you add in the diction Of sublime-tangents and revelries Those shouts of languid linguistics Loftily thrown with such determination That the bull’s eye was the aversion of the game: If the plausibility overcomes the inability Of one such lover Thrown lazily-cross your elbow Shawl-like and limp To execute promises of adoration … Then play the hand
For life is the game.
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