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On the Prowlall known enemies or untrustworthy friends who would dare to turn on me. For this evening my tongue has been dipped in gold, and I will not be tamed. Bring me your politics, your groundless theories, your stretched truths and old high school stories that never really happened. I will bury you all along with such things. So many will be humiliated into never coming back that the bartender will ban me for life from this somber dive. Run, cowards, run. It is in your best interests. all works on this page Copyright 2002 by Paul Ryan .
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