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Phat Tuesday's
With an Ovation of peers and fans
he stood and smiled."non Best:but
me" he said looking at those who
wished to dethrone him. He than
promised every person to the right
of him a tommorrow. He said that
there defeat might cause them
depression and those that would regress
to vinacat there yesterdays might that
same vinadation allow him to reclaim
that which he would
reearn. He swore by the Genius of his
mangment and and praised those who
beleived in C4H2L. ( the formula of success).
No fool in Literary matters: "might the book
be witten that the scribers wish to write"! The
challenger before me shall meet defeat.One
most make the podium; one most walk up to
the stage to perform main eventers and paper geeks.
The trophy represents the champion. Challengers beware!
Digital Takeover! Coda! Coda! Coda!
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Allan Terry
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