After Nostradamus
He with the hornéd helm returns to vex us.
G.W.B. will venture out of Texas.
The kilted one shall cringe beneath the steeple.
"God's will is Simon!" say the joyous people.
The Whore of Babylon shall dress in glory.
The Pope decides gay priests are hunky-dory.
The sinking ship is one in which to bail in.
We haven't heard the last from Sarah Palin.
Seek everywhere, in all the nooks and crannies.
Don't try to make much sense of the Afghanis.
A tongue unleashed is but a spitting llama.
Declining polls vex President Obama.
Gaul's vintages are tannicy and nosy.
Another term for Nicolas Sarkozy.
Green raiment augurs April's wealth of asters.
Tiger rebounds and wins another Master's.
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