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- 𝑘𝑢𝑟𝑜 𝑛𝑒𝑘𝑜
Not a streetcar was in sight, Except one a tiny tot,
So I stepped into a cigar store Who had a home across the way
To ask them for a light. Above a vacant lot.
The man behind the counter As I gazed through the oaken door
Was a woman, old and gray, A whale went drifting by,
Who used to peddle doughnuts Its six legs hanging in the air,
On the road to Mandalay. So I kissed her goodbye.
She said "Good morning, stranger", This story has a morale
Her eyes were dry with tears, As you can plainly see,
As she put her head between her feet Don't mix your gin with whiskey
And stood that way for years. On the deep and dark blue sea.
-- Midnight On The Ocean
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Nowlan's Theory:
He who hesitates is not only lost, but several miles from
the next freeway exit.
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<wichert> 8am is an ungoldly hour to be awake :)
* gorgo usually gets up at 11am
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