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11/5/10

Excerpt of the Day: Bob Dylan

I'm younger than that now...

Crimson flames tied through my ears
Rolling high and mighty traps
Pounced with fire on flaming roads
Using ideas as my maps
"We'll meet on edges soon," said I
Proud 'neath heated brow
Ah, but I was so much older then
I'm younger than that now

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