The Inventors choice

October 12, 2008
Stumbling over rows of never-ending writing,
He finally found his book,
He placed it upon his hand and opened the dull fridged thing,
He sat there and read; just read,
He had it all figured out,
He would sit there and read till' he found the next great thing

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Trammell said...
Nov. 4, 2008 at 4:07 am
hmmm....very mysterious....
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