Why does it seem like the beginning of November I can do this?
Why does it seem like more than ample and adequate time?
Why do I let others move me and my timetable of commitments from what I want to do?
Why does turkey make me tired?
Looking for the muse again. Raul has been hiding. Below is Thalia, muse of poetry ... not that she'll lend a hand.
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