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The mystical io6 maps
On a dark, quiet afternoon,
6 farmers from the plains of Tazmania
Dressed for the centennial phoenix-egg-search extravaganza
Turned up at the local seer's office
Who twas said, possessed arcane wisdom of the mystical i06 maps
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