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Jan 2011
Nothing matters in the end,
but not so in the envelop of time we have,
and there is that karma thing
where the sins of the father
come to roost on the heads of the spawn.
So if inclined to live in an untidy bedroom,
think again.
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Perig3e
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Perig3e  Appalachian mountains
(Appalachian mountains)   
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