A Series of Live Chances.
The old mote. He brought down his old caps and sweaters and sat at the fire. He didn’t know who he had been the other night but also he knew that he could stay away.
It frothed and frothed and mented all the views by which he modeled his life. It became him simply. With a twist!
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This wasn’t his nature nor did he care. He felt more and more. These songs played and he simply became more aware.
“Move away,” said he, and all the like. “I’ve got stuff to do.” “The peak limiters are out and then and then.”
It was then in true instance that he could move finally and find a new beat. Of sorts.
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