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Jos Charles

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from feeld
04/28/2026 14:58h
i thees wite skirtes / & orang sweters     / i wont / inn the feedynge marte / wile mye vegetable partes bloome / inn the commen waye /   a grackel inn the guarden rooste /    the tall wymon wasching handes / or eyeing turnups / the sadened powres wee rub /             so economicalie / inn 1 virsion off thynges / alarum is mye nayme / unkempt & handeld i am hors / i am sadeld /      i am a brokn hors ii the bit provydes its hors / the rocke provyded a boye blessynge gode / i wantd 1 secrete but fore the rod inn this / mye longish throte / i kno no new waye / 2 speech this / the powre off lyons iii tonite i wuld luv to rite the mothe inn the guarden / 2  greev   it   /   &   as   a   mater   off  forme  /   did   u   kno  not a monthe goes bye  /  a tran i kno doesnt dye  /  just  shye   off   27   /   its   such   a   plesure   to   b   alive   /  inn  this  trembled  soot  /  u  lent  /  shock  is  a  struktured  responce  /  a  whord  lost  inn  the  mouthe  off keepers  /  &  u thum at the mothe  /  a dozen bes  / i  tetherred  thees  nites  /  i  gathred  so  manie  treees

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