Wednesday, August 29, 2012

Song Of Insane Gardener Comments

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Oh, I dance upon the lawn in the cold, white dawn,
And I gloat upon the corpses of a countless million slain;
Where the frost about my feet spreads its winter winding sheet
There I chuckle and I chortle as I chant my mad refrain;
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Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis
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