Gridcosm

Level 1960 of 4715
Started on Oct 09, 2004.
Completed on Oct 10, 2004.

Artist matrix

Grid poem

All that follows is true lies: Being bipolar, Macintosh laughed until he cried. Even the olives were sad at the challenged busman, but what they did not realize was that as mack jet wept the mists of uncertainty were rising and dissipating in time or something stupid like time. When the wine arrived, I asked if I might smell that pretty lady's seat. But the waiter's banter floated like farts in a steambath so are the days of our lives.

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