A song of myself
June 19th 2007 The nice thing about chicken is it never goes bad. It’s like honey that way. I’m not sure if there’s anything nicer in this world than laying in the hammock on my balcony feeling it cool down as a storm rolls out over the Caribbean. I don’t exactly understand what it is about the ability to wait for something that is considered virtuous. If thusly deemed, I’d like to bestow the title of
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