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Man Friday
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& his words of must do better,
making a giggling thought from
dark depths of my deviant mind
Knowing (by the way his cries
would crash land against the
wasteland tapestry of a soul
In flourishing bloom) that my
must do better had just gifted
him a man friday moment
& his words of must do better,
making a giggling thought from
dark depths of my deviant mind
Knowing (by the way his cries
would crash land against the
wasteland tapestry of a soul
In flourishing bloom) that my
must do better had just gifted
him a man friday moment
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