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Went looking for something to get me going, grease the gears, help shove off, wake up. Couldn't find it, or think. Then I noticed a post someone else had recently viewed and... I'm just copying and pasting. It's all I've got and I need something to... stir the pot. Yeah, just a copy and past job. Needed some music and offering a notion of... things... roughly. Uhrm, two of the songs had been copyright blocked, so... I found two that hadn't been. :) Bleh. Fixed the original post as well. Were there is an internet, there is a way.
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I'll just enjoy for a bit. I had thought to see if I could use it. No need. I think it will tend to that itself. A good day is just that, a frisky one is better. Invigorated, and mischievous, with a bloom of energy and imagination running rampant. I have things to do.
Not all of it is holy.
Nor is it all profane or simple.
A sweet day, and rich as mother's milk combined with father's whiskey, have no doubt. Later.
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