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Deep Translation (Triolet) by T. Jonathron Remp
Man, I don't believe in a mind Mind your manners, call to banners I got sideways fish running at me at all time Fanatics crush a lime, let me leave with my sleeve down Uncuffed, sleep rough, live lavish like a snail suit Tycoon, what's your favorite bamboo with ya Never mind, I got a sharp mind for sandals Keep ya change, Kodak, I got a fan page

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