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"Lemony And Mildly Edible." Welcome to Christa's blog, where thoughts pop out of her cranium and into yours. She is fond of acronyms... |
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I actually just fucking died.
forever reblogging
THE GUY ON THE BIKE.
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The funny thing about
a poem is that it often
surprises the poet too.
Every now and then, a
poem may come to an
end very suddenly and
seemingly without fine
reason. Other times, it
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