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Thanks for that--Indrani and I experienced that great timesuck that is Google Poetics
Jen James |
26 February 2013 at 04:27 PM
And my work here is done!
26 February 2013 at 05:28 PM
Yeah...I didn't need another reason for Google to eat my life. Thanks. :)
28 February 2013 at 02:08 PM
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