Posted on October 30, 2018
by Bob McCranie
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My head is filled with drowsiness, and my eyes are droopy the way an old woman draws a shade in her house that is broken because she is too old to fix it, but she wants to and she resents that shade just a…
Category: 2018, 69. NovemberTags: Christopher Strople
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