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A Mater of Mine

A. Mater of Mine said Water to Wine is a dated riddle... The founders who are fathers made a matter of time so Mother buttered embers in bated rhymes... " they're bread for this " and a baker's dozen " their trowel are for Pi " and the purse in their apron... are the tools. The nature of my Other saw the bother of rules... so I found more than one of the pendulum jewels and while Ashlar perfect are a rough square to cube the labor of my love saw through to a truth... " the point ... is to multiply " said a Cedar to the sky so on the level up... I squared my guise with 24 carrots and some all-seeing eYes

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