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Unearthed Fascination .. oh! What is this mystery to be? You must dig for timely fossils and titillating factoids you know are waiting to burst into your open arms. Clink But imaginary bones from decayed stones you didn't know were lying are all that dirty your embrace. You just dug And there is no mystery to me Nor fascination, just : Oh.
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