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by JLN

Created on: May 17, 2009

Oh what a hopeless privative and subtle irony.The content of my bank account screams silently, an endless chasm filled only with the dream of that dancing, flirting, tease that is pay day. Scantily clad she beckons you, with a thousand promises', few of which she can keep. A cunning, luring, siren trapped behind the glass of time. For now I shall wallow in my destitution and make eyes at pay day, I have no hope that she will want anything more than a fleeting romance.

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Nougat, nuts, a hint of salt
Bought from the corner store
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