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Jot it down: Offerings are moot; Never they lit the way like exit Signs in hallways of God Note, the invocation Vanishes
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Nov 5, 2014
Nov 5, 2014 at 2:02 PM UTC
Chance Poem: Late September
Jot it down: Offerings are moot; Never they lit the way like exit Signs in hallways of God Note, the invocation Vanishes
Written using a formula generated from a series of dice rolls and basic rules.
andrew-wenson
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Nov 5, 2014
Nov 5, 2014 at 2:02 PM UTC
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