This Is Just To Say

I have stolen
the mandolins
that were in
the music store

and which
you were probably
trying
to sell

forgive me
I been drunk
merry christmas
you are good man

--

Although, "summoning all my feet fleetness" has its own inverted poetry.

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Essentially an enormous cream puff.

There was a time when I worried about centring the designs on the base layer. This time is not that time.

Dude finally washes the scraggly grey bathrobe he's been traipsing around in for months and everybody treats it like a miracle.

Admittedly, this includes the post-surgical convalescence but, still, I should probably get out more.

*And* it features a remarkably plausible implementation of the air force holding a bake sale to buy a new bomber.

Can we work in some car analogies? Maybe some sports?

... Car sports?

Ah, the Mission District, well-known for its complete absence of obstructions to low-flying autonomous aircraft.

Completely renowned for it, really.

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