It was not a mere fish he caught, radically a benign flounder, created from a dream by an overseeing founder, deep within the knowledgeable mind of a strumming, drumming sounder, as a child banging tins with a hardened rubber pounder, dipping his rod into the lake that’s perpendicularly rounder, it was not a mere fish he caught as he sat on the ground, aah
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How Dare We
We dare to challenge, to fight, in spite of begging to cut ourselves, our nose off see the real in the unrealistic mirror change the way to ...
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