American Sentence #18
Passing through Duluth I see Dylan fishing from desolation row.
Passing through Duluth I see Dylan fishing from desolation row.
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May 9, 2008 at 7:52 pm
that’s de loooth, right? Lovely rhythm to this and perfect balance.
May 10, 2008 at 10:26 am
more like da looth