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Post by Phillip Moore on Oct 2, 2010 22:20:58 GMT -8
Follow the rabbit down the hole, to a place of creatures untold, with men whom transform to wolves at night, to people who drink blood at twilight, onwards of wizards and witches galore, to the demons howling, evermore there stands three lunatics, akin each a manager with their own sin, a friendly wonderland stands, Won't you test this land's hands?
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