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There's got to be a way to make it sweeter, a little more like lemon meringue
The sky, purple and soft
My kisses, they do not fade
You tasted like a gumdrop, lemon lime
I am writing you at dawn, on a train headed west, a farewell letter to be mailed at the first transfer station, before I head off into parts unknown.
It is the uncertainty of life-threatening moments that I so dread, and so love
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Broom Handling Tip: Never Ride Astride
we lost a million men but we got a million more
Once was enough
The High King of Ireland
Everyone out of the universe, quick!
Where Have All the Flowers Gone?
Who is McDonald's kidding?
Poe
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