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« Last Edit: 29 February 2008, 05:30:11 by Edgecrusher »
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No more pencils, No more books I built a city out' one brick, it had a Mayor and a Crook I made the Crook stab the Mayor, then slay himself in the guilt I stole the brick back and migrated east, now let's build.
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