NOT TOO MUCH GOOD
We make inroads. Going forward.
Like toads. Why can't we sit this
one out? I've become too lazy
to edify your erudition, too
smarmy to satisfy your senses.
Unsettled. Is the lake. Still water?
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One can never harm too much,
but there's always a chance of
healing too many.
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