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and I lay by a cypress as quiet as a stone 'til the bleeding stopped I blew the weather vane off some old road house I build a fire in the skeleton back seat of an old Tucker and I pulled on trouble's braids --Tom Waits--
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5 comments:
Nice Title. Is this the start of your novel?
What pop bottles?
OMFG.
Hut.
lololol
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