Tell me Webmaster, is this for real?
Replies a character on my right shoulder:
Dig it, you got the shovel. Here's the chance
to hurl stones and not show your glass side.
Then, and angel on my left side intervenes:
Every swinging Dick here and tender Jane is crying loud.
Here's your chance to serve them rum and myrrh.
Ain't goofing good on an otherwise abysmal Saturday night!
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