maintaining provocative silence since 03-08
Once upon a Halloween dreary,while blogs I surfed 'til weary,Over many a quaint and curious volume of fakiegrind lore,While I nodded, never napping, listening to flatlanders tapping,Cos he is good at rapping, rapping at my minds door.`'He's some writer,' I muttered, `tapping at my minds door -FAKIEGRIND forever more.'
trick or treat-smell my feet, give me something good to eat.
Fakiegrinders are soooo Poe-etic!
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