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Thursday, April 08, 2010 1:18 PM
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A morning newspaper arriving
She turns in moments red
Relevant as raindrops
His secrets whirled unspoken words
I'm going to make a prediction
Far off an oboe playing coarsely
Yes a God who has indignation every day
Following the gunshots in the basement |
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His days were numbered: 22110.
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Another Day |
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Anonymous Way EXPOSED
They have NO DOCUMENTATION. There is no way of KNOWING how to use the SITE.
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Mail
He left an anonymous email address for communcations.