rewind the time to remind that i'm meant to be elsewhere tied up in software and appetizers, tired like an underfed zucchini boss and tossed like a pickle to the renegades -- throw shade to the roses and once more for disregard, hard like a criminal underbelly, soft like an overstuffed wonderwhy -- still, take no excuse for the cabin fire -- would that be wood that is known
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