GridcosmLevel 36 of 4692
Created on Apr 30, 1997.
Grid poemI shrugged when I handed over the Encrypted Puddings to that filthy novice saboteur, he rankled me and made my innards feel like decorative spaghetti thrown on the engine block of a '57 Chevy after sixty laps. Cupping a stick he looked for deceit by the side of Columbia at the feet of Frankenfurter. secret plans for a secret spy were given to them but when Greg Carter was asked how he would face the future, he leaned over and whispered into my ear "Muy bien," which was all that needed sayin'.
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