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Post by dragonyear on Mar 27, 2011 23:10:36 GMT -8
My turn to prepair the feast for fools Descending upon the wild, with hope for herbs, mushrooms and berries. Finding only irradiated mash Sling and stone... Should i encounter a potential meal of flesh the only moving targets, violently fading dreams I do not recognize much of my yield In this my maiden voyage Nutritious or deadly? the knowledge escapes, Fingers on cutting board All into the simmering cauldron, boiling Madcap stew.. We all allowed our mother earth to be raped to a shroud So I'll pour a bowl just for you
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