Wednesday, April 29, 2009
A Real, Hated Son. Comments
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A hundred and one degrees fahrenheit, in the shade, this day...
Might make me resemble a over wet and perspiring, spongy, way.
The shade, ah yes-the shade, all cooling and warm, as now...
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Michael Gale
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8/7/2025 11:37:26 PM # 1.0.0
no more no more i say I say, no more tormenting and torchering away......why such vehement........really very good to read. expressing hate is also an art. Very beautiful.