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demanding |
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the dreadful winter of 1964 |
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i want him to be a buddhist |
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missed opportunity |
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not what it's about |
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is she dithering |
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out of cool boredom / giant cupid |
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in hoc signo vinces |
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the survival of the species |
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meditation on the gold price
(sold)
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empathetic anxiety |
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cernunnos |
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return to the source |
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the whole new york thing |
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work on thyself with diligence |
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o rosa bella |
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sort of like blackmail |
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©
2007 Peter Moore |