Apologies go out immediately to the little engine that could.
Tonight my editor suggested another break from writing my column, but I resisted his cease and desist communique.
Now communique is a neat word. You just don't hear it every day.
On a dissimilar vein, it's time to turn out the lights; the party's over.
But before leaving an old tune from "Rubber Soul."
It's only love, v.c.
P.S. Btw. And curse Sir Walter Raleigh; he was such a stupid get.
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