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Re: Peace, Love, and Understanding
This is becoming weaker by the moment. The light fades, dims, and becomes darkness. Amidst all the bellowing, there is no there there. Let me channel GoodCelery! and say:
O, sir, why beer barrel around belly?
No clothes to fit?
Revolution is not at hand
Thanks Reagan! (he was Irish?)
We now left with trash heap;
Armchair equals nothing but comfort;
Await Sacrilege! Sacre bleu!
Real thing.