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Monday, November 5, 2007

Pome 1 of 8

Courtesan, friend:
choose a warning symbol,
bathe in acid rain, or
take up machete juggling,
because a riverside-scorpion
is taking satellite photos
and selling used headstones
by Pennsylvania Way.
Posted by Anonymous at 11:38 AM

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