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January 29, 2025

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Wheresoe’er I turn my view,
All is strange, yet nothing new;
Endless labour all along,
Endless labour to be wrong;
Phrase that Time has flung away,
Uncouth words in disarray:
Trickt in antique ruff and bonnet,
Ode and elegy and sonnet.

Thought:

“New steez Four Seasons, fresh out of reasons to not fuck with you…”

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