Moxie
Wish I
had in eighth grade
what I have now. Never
moved like that, danced so
joyfully.
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- on arrival
- injury time: parker place
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- injury time: nycrostic 1
- anticipation: 5
- injury time: haiku for backbeat
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- injury time: Flash Blizzard
- injury time: moxie
- anticipation: 4
- anticipation: 3
- Cyclone
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- Injury Time: Grant's Tomb
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2 comments:
Love this one. Youth is wasted on the young.
Hey Josh,
glad you like! anything in particular stand out about it to you?
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