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Eternally the choking steam goes up,From the black pools of seething oil. . . .How merry Those little devils are!They've stolen the pitchfork From Bel..
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'Mark!", quickly he spurred up from under his blankets, the call had sounded firm and military like<, only, it wasn't, he knew whose voice it was a..
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a piece about the bonding of a mother and her chilld, how much a mothers love lies deep inside.
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