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I just thought of this great Christmas present for my dad (some guitar effect pedal) and when I told my mom, she got very bitter and said I need to match the price for her present. They're divorced. Made me feel like total shit and guilty.
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There is a Hand to turn the time,
Though thy Glass today be run,
Till the Light hath brought the Towers low
Find the last poor Preterite one . . .
Till the Riders sleep by ev'ry road,
All through our crippl'd Zone,
With a face in ev'ry Mountainside
And a Soul in ev'ry stone
Now Everybody -
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