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| Gonna do it til it's right |
the captive must obey...
I hear them in the morning hours...they seem to call to me. And then throughout the day, even as a breeze blows through the canyon and the screech of a hawk can be heard...still they keep calling.
And so, captivated as I am, during these fallow days of winter, I strive to turn the tables and captivate them. I'll get it yet!
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