04-06-2009, 10:00 AM
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Join Date: May 2008
Posts: 9,175
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It is now the very witching time of night
When Romulans sleep and the wormhole itself breathes out tachyons to this world
Now could I drink hot brandy and lay with Orions whom during bitter day I would quake to look onto.
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