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Nervda

Veering wildly from the path of narrative since 1999.

9.14.2004

Poetry 365: Memoir

I was a lion painter
I was an equitable spy
I was the fire escape
I was the teenaged FBI
Posted by Nervda at 9/14/2004 09:02:00 PM

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