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April 18, 2014

 

 

Those devils linked to eventide,

who out of blackness come to ride,

and flatten all our counted sheep

in the hope that we, have lack of sleep,

 

forget that they have woolly coats,

and that off lanolin, disturbance floats.

Or perhaps the devils never knew,

this advantage point for me and you.

 

 

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