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Uncan these tribe legs, the Spiderman comes....
Softly through the shadow, of the evening sun...
Stealing past the windows of the blissfully dead. Looking for the victim shivering in bed....
Searching out fear in the gathering gloom. And suddenly a movement in the core of the moon.....
And there is nothing I can do. When I realized with fright..... that the Spider-Man.... is having me for dinner tonight.
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Inside the Vodka Factory
RandomA new Rant book just for you guys. Step inside, take a drink and enjoy the ride.
