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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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