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Gourdaments, app. 3" tall, A. Jansen |
Happy St. Patrick's Day! My good friend and I exchanged greetings this morning; she is, I ain't, but it doesn't matter. Then I remarked that I hadn't heard a peep about the Ides of March, which was the 15th. No, she hadn't either. So, what, people don't know Caesar without the Salad; haven't read Shakespeare; or even watched
Cleopatra with Taylor and Burton?
What is this world coming to. As you can tell, I enjoy painting little figurines; my patience for detail work was always a marvel to my last partner.
"How come you have patience for that, but not for me?"
"The gourds don't talk back."
No wonder I live alone.
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