Sounding my barbaric yawp, by which I mean "mostly bitching and moaning," but some history and stuff, too.
DP was quite the woman, wasn't she? I'd have loved to play some poker with her.
She would drink me right under the table! It would be a fun night.
I think I should print this poem out and plaster it around my office while I write. Thanks for the poetry break!
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