keep in mind we've refined our thoughts to the ones we've bought and paid for with way more than lottery tickets and sticky wickets and all the king's horses go roundabouts with all the doubts that crack their eggs and fry their legs in a scrambled tangle -- a tickly tango that gives more than it receives in a two-step unkempt mousetrap apartment with alarms set off and all the crocuses pocusing in the magic of spring and the ring on the bells that carol on and sing the gone november while dreaming still of tipperary -- come along what may --
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