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My bionic pride

Songs of a kind

My bionic pride

I hear tell that social graces have fallen out of fashion due to the misplacement of passion whose rations came up shorter than any of the hosts could have imagined. Perhaps this was the fault of the lines longing for first fruits everlasting. 🤔... Though I must admit that some plot points are beyond my ability to grasp them. What my ditties can't hit my poetry will blast. Off into out lying spaces of rigged races that are utterly tasteless. Lacking social graces. My bionic pride can't face this. So the last become first on the fix-a-plate list of hunger triage. later

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