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I asked him                     the old one how to t-r-a-c-k and trap find       fine                l    i    n    e    s                                       in fresh dirt                                                           s   i   f   t    through the carrion                                                           they did not devour                                                                                             s   m   e   l   l    the droppings                                                                                             to know even more                                                                                             of their sacred work even with his eyes closed                                           he knew                                                          but did not say                                                          that I am among                                                          the lazy learned                                                           who did not see                                                                                     the p-r-i-n-t-s                                                                                     I leave,                                                                                     and the ones I read                                                                                     are also                                                                                     t-r-a-c-k-s                                                                                                that may lead                                                                                                                to traps
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Sep 25, 2012
Sep 25, 2012 at 8:37 PM UTC
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I asked him                     the old one how to t-r-a-c-k and trap find       fine                l    i    n    e    s                                       in fresh dirt                                                           s   i   f   t    through the carrion                                                           they did not devour                                                                                             s   m   e   l   l    the droppings                                                                                             to know even more                                                                                             of their sacred work even with his eyes closed                                           he knew                                                          but did not say                                                          that I am among                                                          the lazy learned                                                           who did not see                                                                                     the p-r-i-n-t-s                                                                                     I leave,                                                                                     and the ones I read                                                                                     are also                                                                                     t-r-a-c-k-s                                                                                                that may lead                                                                                                                to traps
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Sep 25, 2012
Sep 25, 2012 at 8:37 PM UTC
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