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Sprite, you ride solar winds Dancing down home To surge and blaze a trail Through my darkest night Coquettish chromatic cry Of Ariel joy in violet rose.

upon the green, i find a tilt save for the hellibore does wilt, the slender brown mixed inbetween the proud of place amidst the green. the flexing mind in its repose is beckoned softly in her prose; the unsaid words but heard on ear in time are spoken in voice clear. the pawns are slowly moved ahead as thoughts are wondered in one's bed. listen! hear the green brown face as oftentimes they leave no trace. once on the lips, the wind does carry those priceless threads it does marry; however, on slim occasion, one does hear without persuasion. `T. Imaan Tretchicovmanicova 11mar'05

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The story of Josephus's defense of the city Jostapa based on his own historical record from Book 7 of The Jewish Wars recording the battle of the Jews defending Israel against the Roman Empire.