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Rythmic melody hums it's magic cord. Fords chaotic seas, spans the vacant void...
oh sweet acquired taste fulfilling of its own. Long before her scent retires inside comforts of home... Gone before the legacy. Good and great and young. Sung by the memory, ill canticle to sum... I'll canticle to some |
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Nice poem .
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Rythmic melody hums it's magic cord. Fords chaotic seas, spans the vacant void... oh sweet acquired taste fulfilling of its own. Long before her scent retires inside comforts of home... Gone before the legacy. Good and great and young. Sung by the memory, ill canticle to sum... I'll canticle to some Really great poetry here. |
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thanks it means a lot to me to be
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thanks
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