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When the Sphinx Comes to Play


i had a dream that a sphinx came to me as i slept WHAT HAS FOUR LEGS IN THE MORNING TWO LEGS AT NOON AND THREE LEGS IN THE EVENING? i knew a human, a human, a human WHAT HAS FOUR LEGS IN THE MORNING FOUR LEGS AT NOON AND FOUR LEGS IN THE EVENING? it's okay to crawl when one cannot walk. EXCUSES! EXCUSES! THERE IS ALWAYS A WAY IF ONE REMEMBERS THERE ARE RUNNERS AROUND THEM. and then it was gone and i was surrounded once again.
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