Gridcosm

Level 67 of 4715
Started on May 17, 1997.
Completed on May 19, 1997.

Artist matrix

Grid poem

The trees grew tired and the parrot watched over me cap'ns cap while I caught me some zees at the baitcamp just a stones throw as the crow hacks up green foam. the divine ian was willing to play, and mark of the subdeity , but we just called him Mr. Sunshine. Please pass the salt for Casey's roses, they're getting dry. You think Sporty Spice is his favorite Spice Grrrl, but oh no, we called HER Uncle Aussie even if that psychopathic goth from Brisbane with a penchant for cubist inspired commerical art from the 50's had the moniker first.

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Administrivia

This is Gridcosm engine version 2.931.

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