8.7.17 Full Sturgeon Moon

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The Moon When All Things Ripen (Reap What You've Sown)
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I wrote October. The Rime of the Ancient Mariner. I don't even know what it is about. An albatross. I'm not one for long lyrical poetry. More of a journalist lean, ever frustrated when the truth cannot be found out. Do you live in the ghetto? I asked if I looked like I live in the ghetto. The tiny girl who does what she wants giggled in glee watching the whole cast and crew find the sock she had hidden. It stank. All will be revealed once she gets her tits off my back.

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tazz317tazz317over 6 years ago
THE PREHISTORIC FISH

keeps the anglers aware, TK U MLJ LV NV

susansnowsusansnowover 6 years agoAuthor
hahaha!

The King.

AnonymousAnonymousover 6 years ago
if you lived in a ghetto

Elvis would tell you

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