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Plato and Plessey and I back then arrived at the gas station and plaza on the famous route of 61

Oh Nato! I took my dressed lead, opened the latch, the keys weren't lacked with money to spend, the locked car door took ten, the wend of the station friend thrived, the facts of the nation with "had musts" was their strong buzz of haimish truth, without fear from the lawn's dusk I was still rainless and selcouth

To the coffee pots I said, the registers got me with impulse plots for the head

So then the drop of me had a hot cup of red, My car buddys and I then with stopped leads watched the sunset give creds

• Avalon Dakota

• 3-25-26

• 2:06pm

• POTS