im prized by men, in the meadows in found, gathered on hill-sides, and hunted in groves; from dale and from down, by day i am brought. airy wings carry me, cunningly store me, hoarding me safe, yet soon men take me; drained into vests, im dangerous grown, i tie up my victim, and trip him, and throw him; often i floora foolish old churl. who wrestles with me, and rashly would measure his strenght against mine, will straightway find himself flung to the ground, flat on his back, unless he leave his folly in time, put from his senses and pwer of speech, robbed of his might, bereft of his mind, of his hands and feet. now find me my name, who can blind and enslave men so upon earth, and bring fools low in broad daylight.
2006-08-30
12:06:02
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haxincrypt0naut
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