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Caducus27 Nov 2003

oh yeah ! By the way the name please of the grandfather clock (ripping its guts out poem please????)

I took everything I had
and put it underground to decay,
and welcomed the invisible world.
A world of the unseen vitamin,
where thoughts become the
granules of life.
Where dirt is edible and tastes
like the sun.