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"epistemological" poems
Sequacious demonstrative mongrel fantastication Overt fantasias and monstrance clarification Rhetorical rote of empirical justification Whimsical enervations elicit ramification Incite legendary fables of rectification Tempestuous mendacious erudite personifications Endemic epistemological semantics of edification Evocative illuminism engenders mortification Judicious spontaneous phantasms of gratification Numinous salutatory statutes of ratification Heuristic existentializing empiricisms alleviate confusion Adamant machismo machinations eliminate delusion Eulogizing enigma entity’s illustrious illusion Torridly allusive revelries of reverie effusion Educing morose maniacal moribundity’s inclusion Epitomizing empathetic revulsions to corroborate elusion Probitous erudite solicitations evade contusion Raunchy riotous accoutrements appreciate exclusion Optimizing subjunctively torpid recalcitrant collusion Scenario syntactics of mythically epic allusion
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Jan 13, 2013
Jan 13, 2013 at 9:23 PM UTC
Dream Divination
POTATOES are so livid, and i think if your belly had eyes like your face   you would be half as insightful as three words crawl over your skin         while you sleep         while you think         while you push buttons and feed   your ears with POTATOES. for we are God, and you   you are not.
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Oct 22, 2014
Oct 22, 2014 at 7:50 PM UTC
an epistemological dissertation
if you drill down, past the hair, flesh and bone. into my mind where the ego and id  reside. then turn to the left, and follow the i.q. down the alley, you will find a place. where on thrones of cogitating thoughts, king big questions asked, reigns in conjunction, with, queen yet unanswered. they watch with interest benign, over a field of  an eternal tourney, split roughly down the middle by a chasm quite wide. on one side of the gorge is arrayed, the banners of philosophy. at the vanguard, the epistemological knights; plato, descartes, ferrier, kant, hume,spinoza and bosanquet. the major forces ride beneath the banners, of their schools of thought. followed by the lesser lights, and those, obscure or forgotten, who walk at the rear,carrying the gear and to set the tent poles. as to the other side, that is given to, the seminaries of religion; bhuddism, taoism, islam, hindu, juche, rastafarian, sikh, diasporic, parsis, tenrikyo, judaism and christianity with all its clans. they array themselves in cadres, according to belief. and to the rear, there rides, an interesting guerilla band, of intertestemantals, about 3 or 4 hundred years wide. these are the few who are  accounted for, when god spoke nothing, or perhaps a lot but the message just got lost. they number in their disparate clan, alexander the great, ptolemy, the hellanic masses, seluecids, maccabeans, hasmoeans and pompey the great, not all, but the noteworthy. across the divide, by arrowing thought were fought rallies of acumen and battles of wit and occasionally, a persipacious fire was lit. but there is one more player, to mention. apathy, the great hulking ****** who for want of gumption, and get up and go, sat crouched, (quite uncomfortably so) on a spire. made of mediocracy, cemented by woe, in the iddle of the rifted abyss. unable to decide with which team to go.
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Mar 31, 2014
Mar 31, 2014 at 5:37 PM UTC
the tourney
if you drill down, past the hair, flesh and bone. into my mind where the ego and id  reside. then turn to the left, and follow the i.q. down the alley, you will find a place. where on thrones of cogitating thoughts, king big questions asked, reigns in conjunction, with, queen yet unanswered. they watch with interest benign, over a field of  an eternal tourney, split roughly down the middle by a chasm quite wide. on one side of the gorge is arrayed, the banners of philosophy. at the vanguard, the epistemological knights; plato, descartes, ferrier, kant, hume,spinoza and bosanquet. the major forces ride beneath the banners, of their schools of thought. followed by the lesser lights, and those, obscure or forgotten, who walk at the rear,carrying the gear and to set the tent poles. as to the other side, that is given to, the seminaries of religion; bhuddism, taoism, islam, hindu, juche, rastafarian, sikh, diasporic, parsis, tenrikyo, judaism and christianity with all its clans. they array themselves in cadres, according to belief. and to the rear, there rides, an interesting guerilla band, of intertestemantals, about 3 or 4 hundred years wide. these are the few who are  accounted for, when god spoke nothing, or perhaps a lot but the message just got lost. they number in their disparate clan, alexander the great, ptolemy, the hellanic masses, seluecids, maccabeans, hasmoeans and pompey the great, not all, but the noteworthy. across the divide, by arrowing thought were fought rallies of acumen and battles of wit and occasionally, a persipacious fire was lit. but there is one more player, to mention. apathy, the great hulking ****** who for want of gumption, and get up and go, sat crouched, (quite uncomfortably so) on a spire. made of mediocracy, cemented by woe, in the iddle of the rifted abyss. unable to decide with which team to go.
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The dichotomy of purgatory is sprinkled with the delights and disciplines of a fretful uncertainty and steam locomotives can sound menacing when their pistons seek to establish torque on those rails of pursued destination with mesmerizing force. I know that time is like a fondling excitement, where constellations of perceived energy fields become intellectually categorized into mechanical parts of a metaphysical ****** Universal parameters of death may generate mischievous laughter, which resound throughout the silent galaxies of cosmological meadows. I have to say that geometrical co-ordinates automatically invoke thoughts of plain paper and hot chocolate – small figments of homosapien pastures where grazing is not a realistic occurrence. As we perceive the eternal impressions of epistemological nihilism, let us play the game of religious patience on this checkered board of architectural bliss.
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Dec 4, 2013
Dec 4, 2013 at 10:46 PM UTC
Fields of Spirituality
Wanderlust warlock blaspheme rapacity Obsequious diligence pier pair appearance Obstreperously vituperative vociferous tenacity Consortium eclectic synectics concurrence In extremis extremity cantilever capacity Citadel clairvoyance pilaster conveyance Inductive integration interpolative audacity Derivative factor derivational appliance Futurity fatidic’s laconic sagacity Aseity veracity cacophony compliance Accidence ambience aesthetics opacity Acoustical articulation intonational occurrence Apomixes anabolics histophysiological mendacity Epistemological somatalogy syntactics refulgence Refractive reflective semantics complicity Hephestian dialectics Hegelian effulgence                       Linguistic syntax synaptic intensity                                         totally tangential
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Jan 22, 2013
Jan 22, 2013 at 9:10 AM UTC
Kitsch
While the bud butterflies melt their wings Within the light red poppy chain, The pink-gray clouded, sad sunset rings. In this lost sky, the sun's light vein Is almost thrown in a ****** rain. The leaving sun abandons the sky For the moon, and in the cricket crawl The leaves of the oaks whisper 'good bye', While the coming night has a dark shawl. She looks at the stars with a black eye. The sun and the stars find synergy, In the regolith on the moon, But with helium fusing energy, This moon looks like a big balloon, Or like a fragile, silky cocoon. And like those thoughts enveloped in words, Or like angels carrying their pure love, Are the Feathers of the Holy Birds In that rain dropping the divine globes On the strong souls needing love rewards. Any epistemological sphere Is pouring up to the Holy Book, Or is falling down to disappear. The reverse arch gets a killer look. Tries to provide fragrance of fear. The fluid, wicked waves draining in sight On Earth to meet at infinity Are like the dark rays in the pure light. Light rays are arches of Trinity, While dressed in wind seems to be the night. Stars are candles and night lights them all, The colors withdraw in the last light. In the black darkness, they look so small. The dream seeds germinate for a fight, Becoming real while breaking their wall. © copyright Marieta Maglas
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Jan 16, 2015
Jan 16, 2015 at 4:05 PM UTC
Sunset (English and Sicilian Quintain)
Philosophical epistemology strumming adventures Albeit, coherent mental decoding stratifications structured Supposedly our world rests in our minds, revolving knowledge An entwine of conceptual abstract flowing within oneself The mind in the “I” the “I” a reality lived in my experiences George of Leontini, a mine mind approving solipsism exploring innatism Imaginative insights that nothing exists, the secrets secreting secrets The knowledge behind the veils that remains un-communicated A reverse of normality and known existences, moral disposition Hypothesis of depersonalizations, adventures of self internalization Justifications for what lies outside the Medulla Oblongata Skepticism and just alternatives to western philosophy Subjective unapproved experiences only robust in one’s mind Descartes abstraction of inner experiences, reciprocated paradigm Intuitively, perceived lived formulations of "Cogito Ergo Sum" Psychological conscious undoubted individualistic thoughts Berkley explored perspectives that physicality is an embodiment of the mind The mind a decoding visualizer, that encompass the non-existent An idealism marriage of ‘metaphysical’ and epistemological philosophy The intense esoteric “dualism” verses the fiery “monism” reality Mind boggling differentiated truths bleeding with blinking unresolvable hypothesis The jiggered methodological, streamlining the un -logic sequential beats
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Feb 19, 2016
Feb 19, 2016 at 11:56 AM UTC
Solipsism Quandary
Exotic trollwood harlotry and mule kit blues Tyrannical tyrannosaur traction padness Cohort cavorts clastic and witch’s *** hues Ontological ontogeny somatalogy fadness Inductive endemic veracities and talus weather clues Epistemological equilibrium’s homogeny badness Timeless rhetorical ruminations and ephemeral exigency dues Transcendent ascensional equivocal madness Tactile acuity prescience capacity intrepid intrigues Mystical symbiosis dharma sensorium sentiment proselyte Torturous tractive prosthesis umbrage ultraism colleagues Newfangled nocturnal nonchalant nether nestle neophyte Top notch topography tortoise trauma fatigues Faustian faux pas foist felicitous fealties socialite Agnate nous ontological ontogeny euphenics in league Mentalities evocative introjecting sycophant eulogizing apposite Mystical terrestrial equestrian tellurian tableau Panoramic imagery empiricist Evocative exserted apomixies’ ethereal should show Ontological somatalogy lyricist Reflective refraction remissions opulence could know Theosophy theophany epiphany equilibrist Magniloquent inductive extrapolation quantum back *** Transcendent nimbus nimiety exorcist
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Aug 10, 2015
Aug 10, 2015 at 5:20 PM UTC
Rootclod Rudiments
"Wovon man nicht sprechen kann, darueber muss man schweigen." Young, we understand the world, but not ourselves. Old, we understand ourselves, but not the world. Between falls the mysterious and baffling substance of our lives. Confusion marks any real life of consciousness. Certainty is the lie we believe in to smooth the transition. Death is the period that punctuates the end of our sentence, when we finally know what we really know in silence.
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Jan 14, 2017
Jan 14, 2017 at 6:25 AM UTC
Epistemological Conundrum
The finesse of the grand piano captures a certain acceptance of historical bereavement and resonating relief. The paradox of the saxophone is like the stillness of a winter morning where the deer stares into the steamy eyes of humanity with traumatic gaze. Now, something has just occurred, my connected soul-mate of universal relativity. We have dominant chords and major scales, and we aren’t even puppets or fish. Visualise the wheat as it sways in the gentle breeze, whilst the rusty pick-up truck races down the gravel roads of Southern enticement. My porch creaks as the chair of astral projection casually rocks her sincerity back and forth in epistemological fornications.
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Nov 17, 2013
Nov 17, 2013 at 11:06 PM UTC
Blue Silence
I would humbly put forth the idea, quite prostrate, that it would do us some good if we were to put aside, for a time, our epistemological certainties and archetypal savior fixations and, instead, opt for a more robust, ocher-hued ontological preeminence: putting the what before the why. Only then can one, say, sip hot herbal tea from an old pink bone china teacup and, without thinking about all the things all the time, for once -just- feel the sun's warmth on your aged face as it begins its set over a half-eaten cotton candy sky that is epic af and reminds you of Peter Pan and then Robin Williams and then whywhywhy and then something random and weirrrd, and, in doing so, you can watch the lack of shittogetherness, of which duly occupies the very seat of your character like a bully usurper that hits you bc "he loves you," melt into a very (very) temporary oblivion and revel in what is before you without feeling paralyzing angst that is, usually, soo angst-y that you gotta pronounce that **** in German as if you were Schopenhauerly sitting at some non-descript desk in some non-descript room with your hand stroking your truly descript crazygeniusguy hair that is some kind of proto-Wolverine hairdo (and you wonder if Stan Lee was cryptically tipping his cap to S's philosophical pessimism with this peculiar gesture; consider googling it but don't because you've already googled too much sheeyt today), thinking (or brooding) about how much of a ******** Descartes is with his whole, yuhknow, theory about some ******* secret nanoputian angelic chemist that sits at the pearly gates of the Pineal Gland and performs the sacred transduction of the divine ghost, or whatever. Otherwise you are, like, consumed with analysis, which is a complete ******* bore and - let's face it - a thoroughly transparent attempt to sound smarter than you actually are. This herbal tea I'm currently drinking has "rose hips" in it. Dear botany, that image is fun.
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Feb 4, 2016
Feb 4, 2016 at 4:07 PM UTC
a prosaic and utterly prolix rant that will change your life
I would humbly put forth the idea, quite prostrate, that it would do us some good if we were to put aside, for a time, our epistemological certainties and archetypal savior fixations and, instead, opt for a more robust, ocher-hued ontological preeminence: putting the what before the why. Only then can one, say, sip hot herbal tea from an old pink bone china teacup and, without thinking about all the things all the time, for once -just- feel the sun's warmth on your aged face as it begins its set over a half-eaten cotton candy sky that is epic af and reminds you of Peter Pan and then Robin Williams and then whywhywhy and then something random and weirrrd, and, in doing so, you can watch the lack of shittogetherness, of which duly occupies the very seat of your character like a bully usurper that hits you bc "he loves you," melt into a very (very) temporary oblivion and revel in what is before you without feeling paralyzing angst that is, usually, soo angst-y that you gotta pronounce that **** in German as if you were Schopenhauerly sitting at some non-descript desk in some non-descript room with your hand stroking your truly descript crazygeniusguy hair that is some kind of proto-Wolverine hairdo (and you wonder if Stan Lee was cryptically tipping his cap to S's philosophical pessimism with this peculiar gesture; consider googling it but don't because you've already googled too much sheeyt today), thinking (or brooding) about how much of a ******** Descartes is with his whole, yuhknow, theory about some ******* secret nanoputian angelic chemist that sits at the pearly gates of the Pineal Gland and performs the sacred transduction of the divine ghost, or whatever. Otherwise you are, like, consumed with analysis, which is a complete ******* bore and - let's face it - a thoroughly transparent attempt to sound smarter than you actually are. This herbal tea I'm currently drinking has "rose hips" in it. Dear botany, that image is fun.
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The anatomy of madness is a psychedelic and epistemological vortex that is not dissimilar to singing nursery rhymes whilst swinging from a street-lamp without a stitch of clothing. Having laid bare the essence of deluded stigmatisation, my questionable and fair-weathered friend - I now challenge the concept of sophistication and the fallible parameters of meaning. It's hard to believe, isn't it? I have borne witness to the wisdom of squirrels who store their food underground in anticipation of winter; and I can honestly feel the cosmic impulses as they ripple throughout the complex and biopsychosocial pond of astral and ontological hierarchy. Therefore, I now appeal to your travelling spirit: do not dismiss those shards of ice where gothic stones lay scattered outside the cavern of solitude. The well of souls has determined that we connect to tidal vibrations of our global sanitorium.
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Nov 6, 2013
Nov 6, 2013 at 9:39 PM UTC
Teleological Lunacy
My silence echoes across the chasms of Hades, where rabid entities claw at my soul with eyes like splintered rocks and a presence of tangible blackness. Deafening is this sight of transformation, and I am unable to resist the aroma of tactile experience. Unfortunately, I am ignorant as I have never metamorphosed nor spread my wings from the shell of the cocoon. However, madness of the central nervous system is a condition which can result in hydrophobia, especially where sacramental water is concerned. Therefore, how relative is time in this black hole of confirmed epistemological doubt?
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Jun 28, 2014
Jun 28, 2014 at 10:29 PM UTC
Conscious Oblivion
Let us sink and seek the miraculous, steal from the clothesline of nostalgia. The crushing weight of a pith helmet. The quandary that every exit out opens in. What is not remembered still exists; the song never plucked rings still. Cease stifling epistemological ************ In the end, very few will comprehend. Hard feet on a bare-wood floor. Then flush. Iced sausages and cold blood for breakfast. French toast boasts an aftertaste of paper. Sign on cafe: Enter ye and be devoured. It is always eat up or be eaten up. What is the reference of it in that sentence. Converse with horses in a dingy sushi bar. Horoscopes promise passionate promiscuity. Sometimes cigars can act like ****** Two hours of smoke an extended ****** Purchase a pack of Godzillas. Enjoy. You are responsible for whatever you read. Do not assault my ears for explanations. Pluck pantaloons from that nostalgic rope. Wear them well where you will wear them. Feel the miraculous swell and understand.
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Apr 16, 2016
Apr 16, 2016 at 8:53 AM UTC
Sink And Seek
Sequacious demonstrative mongrel fantastication Overt fantasias and monstrance clarification Rhetorical rote of empirical justification Whimsical enervations elicit ramification Incite legendary fables of rectification Tempestuous mendacious erudite personifications Endemic epistemological semantics of edification Evocative illuminism engenders mortification Judicious spontaneous phantasms of gratification Numinous salutatory statutes of ratification Heuristic existentializing empiricisms alleviate confusion Adamant machismo machinations eliminate delusion Eulogizing enigma entity’s illustrious illusion Torridly allusive revelries of reverie effusion Educing morose maniacal moribundity’s inclusion Epitomizing empathetic revulsions to corroborate elusion Probitous erudite solicitations evade contusion Raunchy riotous accoutrements appreciate exclusion Optimizing subjunctively torpid recalcitrant collusion Scenario syntactics of mythically epic allusion
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Jul 22, 2017
Jul 22, 2017 at 7:52 PM UTC
Dream Divination
At this specific point in time, I pause and give contemplation to the definition of time, whilst the echoing chords of pizzicato remind me of lettuce and a comfortable sense of direction in the face of adversity. Chicken is very much related to time. Now, I know that such loose associations can be categorised within psychiatric parameters. However, such assertions are not baptised in epistemological fires. If you and I rise upon the wings of the wind, then we will understand that the aroma of Ellen will etch herself in the psyche of eternity. I am comforted by the wisdom of predestination.
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Nov 8, 2013
Nov 8, 2013 at 1:53 AM UTC
Rest Assured
Exotic trollwood harlotry and mule kit blues Tyrannical tyrannosaur traction padness Cohort cavorts clastic and witch’s *** hues Ontological ontogeny somatalogy fadness Inductive endemic veracities and talus weather clues Epistemological equilibrium’s homogeny badness Timeless rhetorical ruminations and ephemeral exigency dues Transcendent ascensional equivocal madness Tactile acuity prescience capacity intrepid intrigues Mystical symbiosis dharma sensorium sentiment proselyte Torturous tractive prosthesis umbrage ultraism colleagues Newfangled nocturnal nonchalant nether nestle neophyte Top notch topography tortoise trauma fatigues Faustian faux pas foist felicitous fealties socialite Agnate nous ontological ontogeny euphenics in league Mentalities evocative introjecting sycophant eulogizing apposite Mystical terrestrial equestrian tellurian tableau Panoramic imagery empiricist Evocative exserted apomixies’ ethereal should show Ontological somatology lyricist Reflective refraction remissions opulence could know Theosophy theophany epiphany equilibrist Magniloquent inductive extrapolation quantum back *** Transcendent nimbus nimiety exorcist
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Jul 12, 2019
Jul 12, 2019 at 1:05 AM UTC
Rootclod Rudiments
epistemological approach, prose, consider, knowledge should always be treated as a hypothesis so whatever prolific thing I surmise could always use a revise Plato’s food of the soul is disguised can i ask you what does a justified true belief imply?
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Aug 15, 2013
Aug 15, 2013 at 2:25 AM UTC
Untitled
I imagine our lips replicating the palms of pilgrims, touching fervently with intent, Passion and Love. A love for something that exists not with us, but an epiphany, a space of mind within our own epistemological plane that you and I may dwell in, together. As we fabricate a reality that exists within a space of time where it is weakened to time itself. Our kiss is the extension of time, a creation of maddening and temporary immortality. You and I become gods outside of time so, just like the palms of two blushing pilgrims ready stand, pray to me. Pray to me. And I’ll pray to you.
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Oct 17, 2017
Oct 17, 2017 at 3:09 PM UTC
Pilgrims
Objectified manifest's dimensional delineations are totally tangential to trajectory extant.  Infinite possibility's exponentially extemporaneous eidetic prospectus perpetrates incorporeity ideology's perfectible ontology.  It's sheer omnificent ubiquity.   Manumission's vicarious recalcitrance to epistemological entelechy's maieutic had an exogamous homogeny with spatiotemporal telemetry's exigence.  The basic fecundity of cosmic continuum's radix repartee's mesomerism becomes corporeally preternatural's impetus intrigue to intuitional intrepid.          Livid lucid lambent loquacious emanations that presage synergy's retrospectively retroactive to nuance fulgurous fulham's fulcrum.  Cognizance categorical imperative's cognitive, clairaudience clairvoyance, omniscient omnipotent omnipresence.  Unary's unbridled aorist actuator's ethology's entelechy.  Zoomorphic zoolatry's social contiguities to demagoguery.  Hegira to Xanadu ne plus ultra exodus.  Elan Vital's apotheosis.  Hectic duty deontological probity.  Noumenal sentience's irrefragably inevitable semantics.  Pandemically phatic futurity fatidic to kitsch kithe.  Chicanery dynamism's fealty!  I'm sorry Melan but I don't believe that we must lose track of our corporeal being's identity to experience the true essence of love.  We should enhance each other's  cognizance constituency.
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Jun 1, 2024
Jun 1, 2024 at 9:36 AM UTC
Omnific Transeunt
Exotic trollwood harlotry and mule kit blues Tyrannical tyrannosaur traction padness Cohort cavorts clastic and witch’s *** hues Ontological ontogeny somatalogy fadness Inductive endemic veracities and talus weather clues Epistemological equilibrium’s homogeny badness Timeless rhetorical ruminations and ephemeral exigency dues Transcendent ascensional equivocal madness Tactile acuity prescience capacity intrepid intrigues Mystical symbiosis dharma sensorium sentiment proselyte Torturous tractive prosthesis umbrage ultraism colleagues Newfangled nocturnal nonchalant nether nestle neophyte Top notch topography tortoise trauma fatigues Faustian faux pas foist felicitous fealties socialite Agnate nous ontological ontogeny euphenics in league Mentalities evocative introjecting sycophant eulogizing apposite Mystical terrestrial equestrian tellurian tableau Panoramic imagery empiricist Evocative exserted apomixies’ ethereal should show Ontological somatalogy lyricist Reflective refraction remissions opulence could know Theosophy theophany epiphany equilibrist Magniloquent inductive extrapolation quantum back *** Transcendent nimbus nimiety exorcist
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Aug 24, 2017
Aug 24, 2017 at 3:15 PM UTC
Rootclod Rudiments