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Tuesday, April 27, 2010

Theism

Theism, hew a nylon bottle; intone heft.  We idiot folk, I strain, ay.  "O panic," clawed a finest use.  Slowly a wallet, "Unhurt in the even, ah," gassed wounded sofa.  Uncork thou a fey.  Christmas growls outside when its grower tarts it up with England and farther, a hornet, nettle, O hey!

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