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Eden
Eden bloomed on rubble, twisted iron and exposed cobbles,
out of the primordial slum, green with pride.
That heretics would ever stop their cruel and wicked ways
Would away with their being, we must pray for our holy garden.
Their heresy distorts the truth, they follow a precious weight,
worth every ounce. This leaves poor Eden up the canal without a yacht,
this li...
Thursday 16th May 2013 10:05 pm
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