From Beautiful Locks

For seven miles we hoofed it Chasing after a couple of good ideas The waters stopped searching For the ocean and puddled I poured myself a...

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    her backed dropped like apples through the bushels of the outdoors. I didn't have the skeleton for it but I walked up to her and tol...
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