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You died knowing you didn't know; Doing things in ignorance,imploring on the indifferent and timid. Your toe was found in Ore,Corn,Rue and on the Beach Sand you had arrived,a somebody,somewhere you didn't gnaw.Go,go you Gosh,unwarranted on the shore of the alive,had you tried Geese meat,on the stove before the stroke of 12;The Mire or the book of Kelis et.Al;Petit.




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