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Iord Is I Ored Somewhere Down The Line In Steel In Iron. Iord Is I Spoke I Speak I Am Complete. I Think As A Treat. My Spokes Have Become Sharp As I Bark For I Am Nothing But A Dog The Husky Of The Laird On A Jog Across Landmasses As They Pass I Am Have Become A Bard Of The Hard Coming On Marred. My Books Are Dissertation Pieces Proving The Words We Choose Have Come From Our Hometowns And Not The Latin. As I Research The Evidence Builds Of A Hijacking In Meaning In Phonetic Clones And Subverted Innuendo. I Trace History I Trace Man I Trace Psychology And I Trace Science As A Complete Logical Combine Piece. I Might Be Tracing Time.