A sap owes nothing
To a catcus,
Sitting beside me.
And a gulp, nothing,
To a grain of salt
Dissolved.
Name That Trauma:: Murphy T. L. on a Dark Haired Idol Worshiper
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Ok. This would have been in late August/early September of 1985. I was
living in Bradenton, FL, and WTOG would show movies on Saturday afternoons
featuring...
2 days ago
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