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05 Sep 2004


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Blogger c2677's poem...

i think it was potsam, dude. i was sitting alone in a chair on the dock, and i think he came down on the angle, across the lake, and blew me away right there on the old dirty plastic green chair. i must not have been worthy, or pure enough- because i felt the wrath of gregg later that night, as you know...

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