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By the guppy Date: 2002 Jan 23 Comment on this Work [[2002.01.23.02.48.30499]] |
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i calmly corralled my thoughts to be put into pen but in pastures they play i dedicate effort to this and bait for to lure but grow impatient to wait this night is too short for the taking no progress being made no fortune unfolds by no quill nor blade i'll resign to "i love you" as spoken as boring as annoyingly common as the billion times before it was said it's all i can do i've run out of glue and my thoughts must've beat me to bed |