GridcosmLevel 885 of 4091
Created on Sep 17, 2001.
Grid poemThe excitement builds up until a sudden crash is heard. why not Smile, though your heart is breaking it must be mad, why would the dog we trained bite us who sharpened its teeth and aimed it elsewhere to object perch A New Day Recollection of a Spasm: A new play of thunderous thunderousness says Abe Vigoda door close OED offline 4:56 EST random rules post Williamsburg! Ranjit! Halt! Who goes there?
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This is Gridcosm engine version 2.931.