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by Lesle Lewis
Happy for nothing, we could be with no dinner to cook. Absence is gigantic in our heads and houses. We‘re old and it’s bold to say so standing1 at the kitchen counter with the flashing red things. The clock says midnight and we say yes. When we go out, time always pays. We spike2 our heads with copper3 ions and picnic with the breast explorers. We‘re riding the earth. Non-motion is impossible. 点击收听单词发音
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