Monday, July 2, 2007
Who to Distract a Nation
The message, in the summer of that year, in the season of war
and an illicit birds-nesting expedition tall white Letters
only a few recognized among them a Professor, a Lord,
four young men from a nearby town and a lass known only as becoming
one of them clambered into sometimes wrongly called
a nasty shock, graffiti on the plinth, all ran for their lives
on the premise that it might have been a witch complete
but for a name, as was writ on the obelisk, Popular Interest
was an intensified token to whomever it readily asked Who
sold the information chalked all over the region Who
acted as a conduit appearing at local Who was sister to Who had become
marginally involved have resurrected their file,
a spokesman said, angling toward an organized Think Tank
pores over all what kinds of incurred bafflement
followed up without many offers, without whereabouts of help
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This is Megatron. I'm going to rip this blog's optics out with my bare hands. I would have waited an eternity for this. It's over Prime.
Holy Hasbro, I'm so glad you read me. I'd even pool your boobings. I can tell you are ready for the real steel.
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