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About
In the sea side village of Riverton, lives a Gramarian
by the name of Graham. In the depths of his attic he creates images.
One night, purely by random chance and hard work, Graham stumbled across
a revolutionary new form of communication. And thus birthed Gramskrit.
The Stubborn Shibboleth
My mind is spinning memories/ And thoughts/ And dreams
of what may be/ And philosophies of who I am/ Are arguing in the hall/
I shout them out and find/ In loneliness I find/ I'm spleeping with
them all.
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