Two lines horizontal
Nothing is ever straight it’ll eventually meet somewhere down the road.
An unbroken separation of 2 snakes...always connected, you might not know where
The year was 1954, it was a hot Alabama day, the first day of summer. The solstice over it was back to work in the cotton field.
Be still and listen
One day I will tell you a story
never in order, always proper
238, 832, 328, 382
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