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worms
Sept 3, 2003 15:54:32 GMT
Post by William Martin on Sept 3, 2003 15:54:32 GMT
O Rose, thou art sick! The Invisible worm, That flies in the night, In the howling storm,
Has found out thy bed Of Crimson joy; And his dark secret love Does thy life destroy.
William Blake (1757-1827)
another internet worm on the way it may already be here
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worms
Sept 5, 2003 15:59:23 GMT
Post by William Martin on Sept 5, 2003 15:59:23 GMT
it's here
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