Joey
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In some gastropub where I'd regularly sit, if I had any poise or class to speak burgoeise. I'd sell on some past times in some past century amongst some past greats, something to hem my way to my.own craft. Insofar, for as long as I've had an emulated imagination to what some others may have dreamt to think, I've truly forgotten to cut my own escarpment or a brush to pick it to paper. Why have I even written except to feel my own mind made up to true prosaic? Some sentiment Ill never pass along. On the outset were already bet, down and out in the wet sands of some other times, past and gone by