Mining Seven
April 28, 2010, by Homme De Sept-Iles
they say say we’re desperate like wayward giants copper fire geysers we’re seven and spartacus weave won’t collide thunder drummers soiled parchment telecast hockey mom bombast forgets timbre tinkle fember member numbers napoleon purple vestiture tom’ bomb cam’ber the sevens are six are five are twelve the lava dots make inveterate musket chop gravitar medal gleams oil cloth silver s’peen the crack and oy the silver bearings the blast point strike corundum
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