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On the twelfth day of Christmas, starwarts sent to me...
Twelve tom waits drumming
Eleven huge dictionaries piping
Ten eyes a-leaping
Nine bicycles hitchhiking
Eight sketchbooks a-reading
Seven adbusters a-shouting
Six guitars a-jamming
Five cha-a-a-anging lenses
Four vagina monologues
Three human rights
Two open tunings
...and a spine in a sustainability.