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River Twisting, Turning, Like a snake Across the desert sands. A thin blue line With
stripes Across its back. Jagged fangs Sticking up. Cool, Merciless, Consuming its victims. Cold fury. Unbridled
rage. Destroying innocents; Another life gone.
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All content © 2001-2005 Abigail Smith
All your base are belong to us!
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