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Arbonne/Arbon
Southwesternmost/Northeasternmost
A single gap outside my doorstep, stood a beautiful wife, holding a grape-basket, who pursued me to give a hand.
Of course, I persisted in the ever-win-wining race of affection and pouring rain, I regained, the authority to master an emotion while devoting myself entirely to a mission worth the cold, right outside my doorstep.
Born to believe none of that is attainable.
Santa Claus is long gone..
Napping on the führer lap, breastfed with Napoleanoic mercy.
The wind, might, definitely will front crawl through this hollowness, once you open the door.
So I burned it and left spikey neighbors that don’t pay rent, just, to justify the awkwardness of: No permission to enter kind of impolite gesture.
13 hours, 20 goals & some backyard accumulated fertilizer.
It grows like hell.
Heavens bell.
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with an XL Cider graveyard-style tree exclamation mark!
