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meat
stout

up on creasing tranquil furrow
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under lantern and hark
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and heavy topside scent
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she shudders
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12 Jun 07

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do we have meat ?
 — unknown

noice pome.
 — varun

say, tranquil is out of place in a furrow, no?
as well as the pome, i'd say.
 — varun

thanks Varun. i don't know i quite like thinking about tranquil furrows
 — stout

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