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Life ain't fair. Deal with it.
Wednesday, November 22, 2000 [by:SpaceBass]
Down through the hills skipped
a lowly goatherd.
Into a clearing filled with
clamoring black birds.
Into a clearing that was slick with blood.
The birds screeched louder and his brain exploded.
