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Four poems: two for the devil, two for peru - poetry
Here is some witty poetry (not sure if that is the apposite word: witty, but it will do): one poem on the Aztec year 2012, a year that has been in the public's eye quite a lot; one on cloning, and the biblical end time events--which, if I may add seems ripe for the monster actions that are said to take place; and two poems big business with some tradtions of Peru; one imparticular, on vacationing, where not to go; all the makings for some thought. Aztec Baby On December 25, 2012 AD #716 6/7/05 Scorpion Fetus And from the fetus Man sheltered into That would paralyze, sting; And thus, they came Down, down, to its knees!.
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#716 6/7/05 Atahualpa's Game Sometimes, it's not wise 6/6/05 #713 Ica, Witches Do not go to Ica, dear friend Perhaps lose your head, 6/6/05 #714 [Ica, is in Northern Peru] Poet/Author Dennis Siluk see http://www. amazon. com for his most fresh books
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