Real fishing
Man on a mission
Rocks
Chalk-o-block
True swimmer
Deep diver
Generosity
Pure Velocity
Spreads like butter
Could I ask for a better Father!
Geologist
Geo-Logic
Faces in stone
Whisper to you of long gone
True wild man
With that gold pan
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The Snow is Here
Sydney Woods
Poutin3
Doused in firey oil. Curdled white matter. Drowned in gooey sticky tarry dark sauce. I'll turn you into shit.
Sydney Woods
Bitten, Biter, Bitter
Sorrowful Sisters, One bitten, One biter. Sadness comes from both ends. Both Apertures. Sorrow comes from Being Bitten, yes. But sorrow...
Sydney Woods
Fierce Beginning
I wish I knew How you do it How you Smile at me When you hear me Roar I'm not a ferocious beast I'm a Frivolous Young Thing Yet You know...
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