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The medieval town, with frieze Of boy scouts from Nagoya? The snow ?That came when we wanted it to snow Beautiful images? Trying to avoid

I really thought that drinking here would Start a new chain, that the soft storms Would abate, and the horror stories, the ,Noises men make to frighten themselves

The first of the undecoded messages read: "Popeye sits ,in thunder ,Unthought of. From that shoebox of an apartment ".From livid curtain's hue, a tangram emerges: a country

.You can’t say it that way any more Bothered about beauty you have to ,Come out into the open, into a clearing And rest. Certainly whatever funny happens to you