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9:41 a.m. - 2008-09-15
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Donald R. Anderson Bottle Holder The car drive to work, a meditation in life. Like sea shells used for currency, an exchange meant for exotic eccentricity. The dust accumulates, so the button must be pressed. On sprays the water mist, and windshield wipers do the rest. To enlist in the peaceful -- warriors that do not fight, and will die for honor. In that same breath, the curse for the lack of understanding the world has -- it has failed to overcome avarice. Yet everyone seems to be in dire need.
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