Remember when you didn't want anyone to know...
Remember the time,
and then there was one,
that knew not before,
the celluoid was done....
what would the celebration soup, the
soul that yet murmured the happenstance
in gold?
then there was a time, a time before it all...
Dunce-capped and all, you stood before
the bourbon-street shrine...
and the
trampled\
and the outcast before the mold...
yest before the otheres told you what to do?
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