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GRRRRR! Why do people make these things? The yecchy raisins in them look just like chocolate chips, so you're FOOLED into thinking that it's something worthwhile, until you bite into them and AKKK!! You might as well bake dead blowflies into them as far as I'm concerned! BLECH!
-Sazerac (still spatting out chunks of oatmeal and nasty raisins...pbbbbth!)
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"And all my days are trances, and all my nightly dreams,
Are where thy grey eye glances, and where thy footstep gleams,
In what ethereal dances, by what eternal streams..."
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