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Post by middlepillar on Jun 5, 2009 18:34:51 GMT
Of common threads, embolden dreads, and circles that confound. And sheared sheep in shepherd’s threads, The fox doeth still abound. Of onion peel we do unfold, and masks its skins reveal. And veils do twist intents untold; O’ nostalgic prints doeth feel.
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