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Perplexed it seems
Here I sit rubbing two French toast sticks together hoping for syrup. The stock market fell. The bank accountant has become dusty. Here I sit linking sausage links together hoping for them to make tracks. Tracks that will take me away, Tracks that make the sense make sense. Here I sit ru…
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