and still somehow it doesn't get done until and still and all the call goes out for everything to have been finished much sooner than later but the states of truth is a hater of soothsaying play it by ear instead as said by any untangled jury tongue and undercooked like a look under the bed instead of a hope to the sky dry and ready to breathe like seeds too shallow to breathe and a tightening hold of feet to the fire to the ground grinding gravity far too close
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