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Saturday, October 13, 2007

3:30 pm..

Today is Saturday and I have
spite in my cart,
light in my art,
flight on a chart,
night from Descartes,
and pyrite in my heart.
Scribed Eli T. Drumm at 10/13/2007 06:34:00 PM

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