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Poetic Prose:Timeless Text
Saturday, April 18, 2009
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I'm so high, the stars envy me...it could be blue moons or the red hot sun...I'm scorching heat...I get so hot I freeze, Icy Midas Touch, everything chills around me. Try n figure my altitude, plus or minus a degree....
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