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Dec 2010
The script,
an act of fate,
parts for all the players,
in their shabby to grand guise,
and painted faces,
some happy, some frown
for the pleasure of the crowd,
to all involved an analgesia,
no aches, no pain!
until the flood lights fades,
and drops the final curtain.
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Perig3e
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Perig3e  Appalachian mountains
(Appalachian mountains)   
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