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Sam swam to Siam, simply to see. He survived sewing shoes in Sudan. His shins covered in scars, due to squirrels, on this he was silent. Son of a sailmaker from Sweden, his son would sweat in Savannah, selling soldering sets.

So. Sweetly singing
on the salient salty
Solitude song. So.

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Blogger Rosie said...

Sundays are sometimes sodden...

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