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October 25, 2004
the world is our toyster
Without Not,
Reach across.
Not without,
Abreach alone.
Something Not,
Left will grow.
Not something,
That we know.
A smiling screaming reach,
For the world is our toyster.
Excited
and far from exited.
Posted by Joe Sepi at October 25, 2004 11:18 AM