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  <body>&lt;p&gt;halfway down the road&lt;br /&gt;
old folk came &amp;#8217;round&lt;br /&gt;
canes in hand and pipe&lt;br /&gt;
in mouth&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;said old scratch roamed&lt;br /&gt;
these parts looking for&lt;br /&gt;
foolish souls to feed his&lt;br /&gt;
ever-expanding lust&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;devil gone down south&lt;br /&gt;
and crept his way inwards&lt;br /&gt;
in our hearts and minds&lt;br /&gt;
forktail walked on&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;old folk passed on down the road&lt;br /&gt;
hearty laughs and a smile for sure;&lt;br /&gt;
a wind died down and&lt;br /&gt;
the dust storm ended.&lt;/p&gt;</body>
  <created-at type="datetime">2009-04-06T11:25:57-07:00</created-at>
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  <title>Advisor</title>
  <updated-at type="datetime">2010-03-09T16:13:06-08:00</updated-at>
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