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The Jungle Rules

Wrigglers dripped again from hidden heights. The red river changed its course furiously. The wave climbers abseiled from a lethal boat to wipe out the beach memory. Timeline sneaked to put the blood signature of a cult on the glass shards. A biosynthesis starts for tadpoles destroying the infrastructure of the species. Yolk sacs were emply. New borns were turning into snakes. Enemy swept across the land. Deers were being released for the panthers. The boundary was only meant for the victims. The metamorphosis was complete. SATISH VERMA

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Date: 7/24/2010 6:56:00 AM
sounds rough...rough jungle!
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