Death comes for us all (a melodramatic haiku of retirement)
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guts and garters

It's all fun and games until someone loses molecular cohesion.

Tuesday, September 05, 2000

This morning I saw two black swans and a little grey fluffball of a cygnet. It was puddling along in between its elegant parents, looking cheerful and child-like. A day that starts with a smile is sure to be a good one. Or at least better than average.

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