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an onyx outlined carp spouts pave on a swollen disc....
hollow...feather weight....
the chain, finer than a hair, rests in your palm....
.......it is true....I could keep and treasure this...
I think you know why that is not possible....
delilah contrapunctal.... yes, that's how I intended to spell it.........
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Lee B. Mack
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Thanks and later
not much though
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