Long days roll by. Paint is chip, doe is tossed, and at the end I realize my time is running low. I will be gone. I will return, but changed I will be, along with those I return too. Those I hold dear to my heart will be hours away. And I am running out of time
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Just imagining you wrestling Bambi is kinda funny.
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I have business ideas and many other things.
we should kick it again.
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