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September 21, 2005



well don't look at me, i'm just the messenger. but I like this puzzles me. mine almost was "sigh." but i found I'd miscounted, alas.


Wonder of wonders, I had, easily, 23 posts back in August. But the 23rd has only 3 sentences. Here is the third sentence, since you sorta asked:

"This is indeed the age of miracles and wonders."

Which is, you gotta admit, an upbeat, Paul Simon-ish Graceland-ish way to start the day. Every body sing:

This is the age of miracles and wonders
This is the long-distance call
The way the camera follows us in slo-mo
The way we something something something
The way we something a distant constellation
That's dying in the corner of the sky
And something something something something
And don't cry baby, don't cry, don't cry

I've got a soft spot for Paul, but he's no Walt Whitman.


I'll play along, mostly because I think I can work something kinda clever out of it. I just posted, but I will work something up this weekend.


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