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Thursday, April 22, 2010

Unsayable hue

Hail, snarly wife.  Ghoulish (hah!) we rode farther past grottos.  I mourn the agate stanzas our mothers chanted once; I yaw, dotty health; hi, washy unsayable hue!
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