Gridcosm

Level 4162 of 4709
Created on Apr 20, 2017.

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Grid poem

Knowing nothing of Armenian Genocide 6 million deaths wear away utah eye of providence. But I still insist I was never Tiresias but if you want to claim you are my child I can't stop you. Pray tell, though, was I your father or your mother? I got nothing. Plenty of it, in fact. The fact is that i had nothing when I started and I still have most of it now. I am no spendthrift. I keep nothing in my grubby fist like a shadow keeps the dark.

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