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Mar 2017
I keep thinking
Planning and dreaming
And plotting and scheming
For winning this game
There must be some way
Without selling your soul
Or becoming a slave
Nope
Sorry, I don't really believe that.  I just like to play in dark corners.  Cheers
Written by
Jeff Spate  Montreal
(Montreal)   
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