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Naaresto ng pulisya ang tatlo sa limang preso na tumakas nitong Martes sa detention cell ng Trece Martirez City, Cavite.

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Swung there for nine long nights,
Wounded by my own blade,
Bloodied for Odin,
Myself an offering to myself:
Bound to the tree
That no man knows
Whither the roots of it run
None gave me bread,
None gave me drink.
Down to the deepest depths this I peered
Until I spied the Runes.
With a roaring cry seized them up,
Then dizzy and fainting, I fell.
Well-being I won
And wisdom too.
From a word to a word,
I was led to a word,
From a deed to another deed.
[DatePublished] => 2002-12-02 00:00:00 [ColumnID] => 133225 [Focus] => 0 [AuthorID] => 1386314 [AuthorName] => Jess Q. Cruz [SectionName] => Arts and Culture [SectionUrl] => arts-and-culture [URL] => ) ) )
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                    [Title] => 3 pugante, arestado muli
                    [Summary] => 

Naaresto ng pulisya ang tatlo sa limang preso na tumakas nitong Martes sa detention cell ng Trece Martirez City, Cavite.

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Swung there for nine long nights,
Wounded by my own blade,
Bloodied for Odin,
Myself an offering to myself:
Bound to the tree
That no man knows
Whither the roots of it run
None gave me bread,
None gave me drink.
Down to the deepest depths this I peered
Until I spied the Runes.
With a roaring cry seized them up,
Then dizzy and fainting, I fell.
Well-being I won
And wisdom too.
From a word to a word,
I was led to a word,
From a deed to another deed.
[DatePublished] => 2002-12-02 00:00:00 [ColumnID] => 133225 [Focus] => 0 [AuthorID] => 1386314 [AuthorName] => Jess Q. Cruz [SectionName] => Arts and Culture [SectionUrl] => arts-and-culture [URL] => ) ) )
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