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And so I wonder
Do the games begin here
With this letter penned in the ink of a madman
Do you think you can hold a candle
To one truly demented as I
My insanity always allows me an escape
A way out of your dreariness if you will
So I say with all heart let us begin
Let the delusions sweep away
All that you have become
I will surely meet you in the derangements of your mind
For fresh playing ground I have hunted
And seem to have found
Well boy what are you waiting for
Let's get on with it
liza Magill Nov 00
Not sure where this came from.
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