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He played the hand he'd been dealt, in hopes his tortured mental health would bring him ample wealth,
all the anger he'd dispelled, all the "f**k yo..
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And so with that, the tree of their love fell to the ground leaving a rotting stump where nothing else would grow, and deer would stub their toes and ..
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The relentless heat of the desert's day finally broke, as the night enveloped the earth, chilling him to the bone. The tree which had offered him coo..
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notes about squirrels
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The only thing that beats me is my own beating heart, I'm always a winner, my game's a work of art. I'm the Ferrari to your golf cart, the finish to y..
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a short poem about a tree
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