your offliners
sound like
scrawls on
fluorescent
post-its
tacked on a
refrigerator
between comings
and goings
and the angst of
knowing
that we are
searching for
magic
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to love, is to ride a tiger. you have no choice once you get on to him. if you decide to get off, he will kill you. if you choose to ride on, well...hang on to your hat..this is gonna be one HELLUVA ride !!! woo hoooooooooo !!! :))
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