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Exit Wound of Trotsky

Excellent English lost a long night, sloping off the mountain. We held our own in wintry tent, that basis of rage or unforgiving. We are provoked by nature and assertions, wrote Yeti in dilation. Approximate usages come to mind. Lenin wrote the U. S Constitution, having taken Jefferson's hand. Across the borders, markings are read with eagerness. We lose Nepal. Thailand is an instant, puff of smoke, the Tsar's son. That crazy ass Republican broke the mold, spraying mental brakes with oil. How could the township lose its own?, we thought, as dawn started to rise into our thoughts again. We would need to spring, to fall, to run again. Weather is a pattern of interest and regret. Lenin could not fix the weather, tho Stalin tried, and Trotsky felt the weather. When you read this narrative, wrote Yeti in tarnish, be sure to figure in the deliverables of this project's next phase. International Pancakes. Yes, said I, and we thought of Excellent English. The sun startles us, as does the gloaming.

2) Pour Trotsky: elevation scrambles the mind. Intensity of place is a surrounding image as the state needs force. Force is the brilliant and archway. We take a Roman longing thru the door into the next simulation. The Moody Blues resist temptation and pop. We were so young then.

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