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Résumé
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Razors pain you;
Rivers are damp;
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Acids stain you;
And drugs cause cramp.
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Guns aren't lawful;
Nooses give;
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Gas smells awful;
You might as well live.
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DOROTHY PARKER
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and there with the grace of *insert deity of your choice* go I. . .*
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I'm still going. . .

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at some stage I'll get around to coming (no, not that sort of coming)(the visiting sort of going/coming) (*sigh*)

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I know how lucky I am and I'm going to make the most of that and what it has given me; you're jolly lucky too, dear reader, that I haven't inflicted Climb Every Mountain** on you as today's tune for the day. . .

*(I'm not going all joyous born again on you) (but, diff'rent strokes for diff'rent folks, and if that suits you - great)

**. . .altho TSoM fans out there can hum along with me quietly in the background! (and then let's sing "somewhere in my youth, or childhood, I must have done something good" shall we? cos nothing comes from nothing, eh) (altho I know that that works both ways, but I'm not going to dwell on that) (I'm actually going to dentist, as my botched root canal job is kicking off again)

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more fun and games when I return later dear reader; but if not today, I do promise that there will be Crunchies, popcorn and elephants for the enjoyment of tomorrow
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with much love
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XXX