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See, there was this
line: tossing bridal blossoms to planets all & two thirty-one carried certain sounds: tic and creak and hum tossing bridal blossoms toward planets all & I couldn't decide. tossing bridal blossoms to planets all Hendrix in my lap had no input but a knead, a rolling purr tossing bridal blossoms toward planets all my computer burped and laughed: (arrogance, meet slam & his son, humility.) tossing bridal blossoms to planets all …planets, blossoms, what was I talking about anyway? I used to and shut her down. - - - - - Winner, Preliminary Round 10, in
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