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## UG#666 ÄÍðZhit Axis Nation presentsðÍÄ W () W ##
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## Some Funky Poetry \||/ ##
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## Written by: White Lightning _/ \_ ##
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## Dated: 6/20/91 ##
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## Greets to: The Baron, Ninja, and everyone else who ##
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## is a rebel WITH a cause. . . ##
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## Ying Yang BBS The Baron's Bistro FuNHouse BBS ##
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## ZAN Promised Land ZAN Mosque#001 ZAN Mosque#002 ##
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## SysOp: CoP SysOp: The Baron SysOp: Erasmus ##
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Now, this stuff probably doesn't apply as official "anarchy", "rebellion",
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"hellfire", and it don't even come close to being schematic diagrams on the
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SCUD missle, but hey... almost everyone likes poetry, so here are a few of my
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favorites that I've written...nooo, they're not sappy love poems, but more of
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a way of venting my frustrations and quiet desperations with society...
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However, if anyone is interested in a LOT of love poetry, I've got that too..
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Well, with the formalities out of the way...
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i quit
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yuppie man on wall street
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carrying his leather briefcase
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kinda makes you wonder
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what's happening to the human race
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i guess the truth is that
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we're all tired inside
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exhausted, eyes red
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from all the tears we've cried
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train going 40 miles south
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to nowhere, USA
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let's hop on and take a ride
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don't think we have to pay
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going far away
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and never coming back
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won't miss mama's cooking
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gonna keep walking down the track
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the sun's going to set a thousand times
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before i sit up and take notice...
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my eyes are closed, the radio's on
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lost in a sea of uncaring emotionless bliss
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goodbye, little world.....
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the hitchhiker has the wrong finger up
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i'm leaving now and not coming home
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anyone wanna add a penny to my cup?
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Retaliation
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=-=-=-=-=-=-
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Damn our society for what we've done,
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made the world into a hungry parasite
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feeding off what we see on TV
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and adapting ourselves to conformity...
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too bad in our shaded eyes
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we don't see the deformity...
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Run, run, just as fast as you can,
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but they won't catch you,
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cuz you're driving a Chevy van...
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Oh excuse me...do you have any Grey Poupon?
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And by the way, are those Bugle Boy jeans you're wearing?
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Catch the wave, get a closer shave...
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The choice of a new generation.
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The fastest growing sensation.
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Fax us all of your information.
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No time for contemplation.
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We've got the best creation.
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The ultimate in the nation.
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You, my child, are GONE...
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so change the damn station.
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Divine Addiction
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-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-
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There's a fine line between love and hate,
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you can bridge the gap but you can't close the gate...
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Torn apart by a thousand groping hands
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yet stationary in presence
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Metamorphisis of divine addiction.
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Turn towards me but then walk away,
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you fool upon fool!
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Temporary insanity paralyzes mind and body
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of the meek and indecisive
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into a longing state of divine addiction.
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Seeing the truth behind my closed eyes
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I can forgive but I cannot forget
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Music softly drones out the thousand reasons
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why I should abandon my futile cries
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lulling me into euphoria of divine addiction.
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A sea of irridescent yellow, silky blue, and haunting green,
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quivering at the slightest touch
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a state no chemical can achieve,
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folding its weary arms around my body
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caressing me with divine addiction.
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Beginning of the End
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-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-
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The little man who lives inside my head
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is pounding on the door
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wants to come out
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but he cannot comprehend
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that those he chooses to offend
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shall merely apprehend
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will you be his friend?
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Now he's picking at the lock
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the world covered by a shroud of silence
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invisible yet there all the same
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the broken smile he cannot mend
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the message he cannot send
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his death you shall so append
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could it be the end?
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He's broken the gate,
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releasing a thousand idyllic dreams
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into the atmosphere, breaking through the glass
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my divinity to him I shall lend
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for then he shall relive the trend
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your honor he must defend
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for that I make no amend
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it's the beginning of the end
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Alphabet Soup
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In this fuzzy ball of hardened molten lava
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that they call the earth...
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Does anybody really know who they are,
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what they're doing now,
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or where they're going...
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It all adds up
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it all makes sense
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to someone whose world
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consists of numbers and
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cold hard facts
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Technicality.
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But to someone whose world
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is made up of words...
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What is life?
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Is life the dream you wake up screaming from
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is life the nameless faces
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and the faceless names
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whose vibrations echo off you
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in the hallways at school...
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Is life the sad song you're
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hearing on the radio,
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guitar chords lulling you into a
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hazy unconscious state
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where what exists is really what is not?
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Or is life the person...whom you know is out there...
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you can feel their soul emmanating from everywhere...
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you know they can feel you...
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you know you can feel them...
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but there's something stopping you
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from going any further...
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Is life a thousand faces of lost love
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whom you'll probably forget
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20 years down the line?
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Drowning in words
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that make no sense
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alphabet soup of reality.
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Nothing but the Wind
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Driving down life's open road
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while squinting from the sun...
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Living life in the fastest lane...
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too bad I'm the only one.
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Drowning myself in the music, trying to escape
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as I watch the world through tired eyes...
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I drive along at this endless pace,
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the stereo's so loud nobody can hear my mind's futile cries...
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When I saw your deep dark smile,
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Everything melted inside my mind...
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The wash of sweet sadness came pouring over me,
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memories I can't ever leave behind...
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Everybody says I'm crazy,
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that I'm living in my dreams,
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I don't know the meaning of reality,
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cuz nothing ever is just the way it seems...
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Life's the inverse of reality in the vortex,
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where so many vital words go unsaid,
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Can't deal with the load of emotion
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that's overflowing inside my head...
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So much I want to say,
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Yet I stand there
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in silence,
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waiting for hope
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that's never going to come.
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I'm going to get lost
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in the sadness someday
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but then you
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won't be around
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to make me feel better.
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what am I waiting for?
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the rain to stop falling?
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for you to stop calling?
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for my inertia to stop stalling?
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Driving down life's open road, t-top down, sunglasses on,
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hair blowing all over in the breeze
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All of a sudden...
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two bright lights...
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out of nowhere...
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coming my way...
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a moment of heightened agony...
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all senses keen...
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so much I wanted to say...
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help me...I don't want to die...haven't lived yet...
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I want to take you in my arms and say I'm sorry...
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sorry for everything I never got the chance to say...
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the longest hour of my life...
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shortest second of the day...
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then...
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nothing but the wind.
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Well, that be it.. if anybody's interested in seeing more, just let me know...
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Hasta...See you on the dark side of the moon! Anybody got Styx concert tickets?
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This Friday night?
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White Lightning the effervescent |