Failing of a neuron couple

It don’t come. Well the little squaw she started kicking
in said the gold nuggets were buried with those black
fingers and fingers the color of jerky they clutched much
too and we never were hungry not when Poland went on sad
and dying when we caught the itching like turtles blown up
not two inches from the vesicles the blush rubbed away, right babe?

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~ by Jeremy on May 17, 2012.

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