The other day while I was walking down the street, I was approached by a man of boorish hygene. He spoke to me, and though his words were overly bawdy, they seemed to possess a sort of intellectual swirl. Not that of an educated man, but one that you would find in a man that was prone to a sort of wandering mind. He spoke to me in a complex
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i missed epic ryan stories!
you are such a beautiful writer. :)
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missed your writing.
ahh, copeland ...
Rain, rain, rain on my mind,
I've got a secret life.
Wipe, wipe, wipe it away,
nothing can make me dry.
Fight all the while,
fight 'til i think i'm free.
Fear reigns so we never see
beautiful secret lives.
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