Swing, baby —
Some people are swung by the will of a nation.
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You are behind the white house. A path leads into the forest to the east. In one corner of the house there is a small window which is slightly ajar.
Some people are swung by the will of a nation.
Categorised as: /dev/random | Lyrics, Poetry | Philosophy | Political | Psychology
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