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Thursday, November 20, 2008
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When I leave this place I'll pick a fight with roger stevens. Seven trumpets I fly a mountain in a park. I'll kill a shark with a suitcase of nails. I'm dead in the head! The burd burns Shel Silverstien. The grass grows where the sidewalk ends.
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