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 Pandora

Pandora
Pandora

Pandora
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Pandora
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 Pandora close the lid to that box. We have too many mega bites on us. The most common senses are assailed each and every day eye can only guess at what it must be like if it is paid for. In Greek mythology, Pandora was the first woman on earth. Someone ordered the god of craftsmanship, to create her and he did, using water and earth. The gods endowed her with many talents; beauty, music, persuasion, and so forth. Hence her name: Pandora, "all-gifted".  When Prometheus stole fire from heaven, someone took vengeance by presenting Pandora with her; Pandora had a box which she was not to open under any circumstance. Impelled by her natural curiosity, Pandora opened the lid to the box, and all evil contained escaped and spread over the earth. She hastened to close the lid, but the whole contents of the box had escaped, except for one thing which lay at the bottom, and that was Hope.
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Eye pushed myself off the floor of Pandora's Box too late she slammed the lid but wait a crack called doom is there and hope crawled out to greet the light of day. Ads with sex are nothing new but listen to Manhattan truly you could change the way you do. Make some wholesome ads with people eating food and riding saucers to the moon keep the nudity for porn help the people being born.  AAA88 the deadman hand put a picture of the whiskey label leave the girls dancing at home let the people know whiskey is a bad thing after all read the people making fabels the thoughts of people reading rivers of words important people need diversions and hope even the part that was left and escaped from the Box of poor Pandora's hope Eye can only echo what ewe dew fall come eye will fall in hope has bought me with love listen to the water falling to catch all the hope the dirt has washed me clean and eye am man. Hope stands high upon the hill building something on the rille a scaffold moving in the winding sky the steps misleading him to rest the work not yet finished the test will come to hope the man will say goodbye the best to come the end not won the Heaven then to live intend. Hope is making poems bleed and fables greater than the need for words if life doth oft repeat itself then we will meet again it would not longer matter much if alone eye be but the touch of her is there to set me free Pandora eye forgive ewe love for hope.


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