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Thursday, February 4, 2010

Ohio Valley, or We Were Bearing West with an Azimuth of 270

Speaking of the illness of wanting.

Get me to the streets,
get me an Alice-type medicine,
forget the good,
the bad,
and the valvular disease.

My Bundle of His is in a bad shape.
Posted by SarahJames* at Thursday, February 04, 2010

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