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The outcry is in my throat
But the time has and you cry or you don't
But then somebody forget the warriors
Who were cleansing their swords on the
And the raven's black tribe g their wings
And the sky was laughing and then bit its
And the hands of the one who were trembling
And the moment suddenly the eternity
The sunset like a funeral fire
And stars gazing like wolves frome clouds
At those who passed into the night and were lying with arms abreast
And at those who and were sleeping dreamless

DON'T ME...

Eric Wincentsen "Greetings from the
[email protected] The Humungous!"
Glendale Community College, -The Warrior
Glendale,

I DIDN'T FOR SLICK WILLY!