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Goose said his feet were cold.
I told him that he knew where to find his socks.
He found them.
Happy 4th of July! May all of your plaid shorts find their rightful striped socks.
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Speaker. Consultant.
Knife juggler. Essentially.
Publisher + advocate
of online art..
If not for my need to clarify, I'd be a poet.
Writing from Gulfport, Mississippi, between Mobile, Alabama and New Orleans, Louisiana on the stunning Gulf Coast.
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