Message-ID: <Pine.NEB.4.55.0307271817250.21569@panix3.panix.com>
From: Alan Sondheim <sondheim@panix.com>
To: Cyb <cybermind@listserv.aol.com>,
"WRYTING-L : Writing and Theory across Disciplines" <WRYTING-L@LISTSERV.UTORONTO.CA>
Subject: ksh: goddamn: not foundo Clara.missions to <ma
Date: Sun, 27 Jul 2003 18:17:35 -0400 (EDT)
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