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The back of beyond

In the dawn of the day when the air was so clear,

I arose to the sound of a blackbird so near.

As I strolled in the downs to a crisp brand new day,

There upon velvet hills a rude poster did lay.


My air it turned blue as the sight drew me near,

To a view of a maiden and the bulb of her rear.

I will never forget how that sight pilleged me,

A crude blend of real awe and depravity.


Fidget 2007.

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Taken on March 26, 2006