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				Oct 11th, 2003, 12:15 AM
			
			
			
		
			
			       
				
			
			 
 TO SUMMON THIS UP WITH A POEM:
 Mapped Boundries, land paintde with blue sand
 One foot here, one foot there, you never know just where
 I drew a man in this sand, red crayon, I named him sam
 Gentlemen's cane, thick with ivy, swung and struck poor sandman's hand
 Murder, masacre I cursed, how could you harm my mount of dirt?
 For this measure of malice I will not stand
 No blood was seen, for this his hand i drew in green, just to understand his great obscenes
 The scene had changed, I conjurde new time and foe
 For poor sam, the man of sand, the seeds of war were sewn.
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