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Asthe lady ofthe met the offensive shine of the sun,she found her eyes sore and blank.The squeling vehicleoftransportation, all new and yellow pulled uo and whisked herto the dungeon of formal information gathering. The damned orb of light glided over the plaincanvas, turning the perpetcual clock until the releasal chime rang, signalingthe freedom of the dugeon's prisoner. The antcipation the Lady felt for her next activity, a gathering of like minds, random sayings, and tantalizing animation, she came to relize the meeting had been no-existant. With sour essence of her being carried her all the way back to her dark restingplace, where she awaited another day of torment.]

So goes everyday
Tomorrow weaves another tale.......