i was there, just droppin' by to, perhaps, make an addictive buy, am disney playing on the radio tigger singing going ho-ho, ho-HO! confusion arises from excessive sleepiness both, many all tired, but the night is fresh, and there is still time to see what giants may stir. to see what giants may stir, from a restful slumber these old bastards still angry with odysseus for the loss of vision and who am i to ask them for directions? sullen, no giants stir, none will but i'm here.Birth sign: Cancer
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