Thursday, November 13, 2008

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On a steep hill, amidst the vast, green pasture,
A nomad trods along the peak that will soon bear his name,
Upon hearing a strange noise he begins to walk faster,
For it was for him, at last, that Old Scratch had came,
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Derrick Andrews
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