I'VE GARNERED ENOUGH
I've garnered enough signatures now
so as to fake my death. I stood upon
Washington Rock and looked out.
Dead factories were all I could see.
God-damn, George, how could that be?
I traded water with Magellan, and he
gave me back my own. I think I'd
loaned to him before he left. Ain't
that a real deal. (Have I passed
the test)?...
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