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March Madness

beware the Ides of March the soothsayer said as a roman swiftly cut off another man`s head tis a dark mood indeed as the sun bleeds into moon the howling of sirens complexities grow louder as they swoon for it is this march madness that is upon us and has gripped us in a vice shattered images of christmas so soft and surreal come hither these ides of march and like an onion come peel- draw back your gums and challenge me with your great teeth that I might rise up and strike these ides with a blow never to haunt again march 15th ergo.

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