Tuesday, April 21, 2009

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It was the dawn of the one thousand nine hundred eighty-fourth world war
Only thirty milliseconds left till midnight
Not a sight of the red and blue spotted grenades to be seen
There is a sweet taste of bicarbonatedplutonium in this years Christmas feast
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Stefan Hanson
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