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Monday, November 16, 2009
Kismet
desert storm
. . . . . . . . . . . .
mirages err
or ages speak
mirrors terror
. . . . . . . . . . . .
crushed the bones
jaws of asses
do not clatter
. . . . . . . . . . . .
thus of error
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