I'm Not Standing Tall, You're Just Lying Down
You Kept Me Grounded
Finally I see
Looking down, and all around
I just miss the ground
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96-Zest Doe
My name is 96-Zest Doe, born January 1st, 1871. I have returned from a posthumous existence to finish an important collection of stories, documents, and proofs. The best has yet to come.
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