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Wuthering Spectacle

March 30, 2010
Mon Feb 15 20:27:14 2010
I’ll kill you!  If that
devil be
dwelt on refusing
my salvation, so
does the police.  It is this
expression of
a change, Joseph
went to bed.  Heathcliff, I
am.  Out of Trotsky
and in the black
press shine like jet.  I
do wish he’d come.  And I
shall, through wind
and rain, accompanying
his teeth visible, run!
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