All the machines
free me to no
avail
motion,
lives
generations
I am not the child
nor the man
all these phases
clouds in the sky
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- Andrew Sohan George
- "One can never drink too much strong coffee." I like; *70's records *those that shine from within *fast motorcycles *slow motorcycles *and the hyper-intelligent individual
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