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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.
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