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Doge.

"Do you consider that virulent Pagan Goddesses and the flying torch-furies are extinct? Error of Christians! We have relinquished the old names and have no new names for them; but they are here, inextinguishable, threading the day and night air with their dire squib-trail, if we would but see. Hissing they go, and we do not hear. We feel the effects." --Lord Ormont and his Aminta

Haiku.

hurling shadows shyly
you shan't hit the cancer
still we make our stickers
stark mad in a padlock
cars roll smoothly smizeproof
smack dab for the grabbing
& gray dawns grisly

Down there.