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Joy is no knocking nation, sir and madam,
The cancer's fashion, or the summer feather
Lit on the cuddled tree, the cross of fever.

Dylan Thomas

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i carry your heart(i carry it in my heart)

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This morning, I saw a homeless man sitting on a freeway curb, crying. He was overweight wearing a tight jean jacket.

We oughta be ashamed.

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twit is a bitch and you can find me

twitter.com/what is my name

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