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Aug 2014
The man in gray fled down the street
And I followed, flying low
Until I broken even, then
Gripping him in my talons,
Bore him off towards the pit.
Nearing it, I was ready
To drop him, when
I woke up.
Kopter Zero
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Kopter Zero  United States
(United States)   
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   --- and Joseph Schneider
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