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| Reviewed by Richard Bowers |
12/12/2012 |
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Unpardon me but I relent it boldly;
For it is far ahead, if I can be sure of it,
And far it is, that my hallucination be valid,
And hallucination it is, as it should be,
And however, unlike itself, mysterious, unknown, and untested,
So it be foreseen in my tireless search.
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| Reviewed by Candy T (Reader) |
4/23/2006 |
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| gently worded, with just the right amount left out - love it. |
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