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I used to live in RomeIn an alabaster home.Then one day got evictedBy a man who’d been convictedOf kidnapping little animalsDoing unholy thingsLike trying to puff the puffer fishAnd make platypuses sing. This was buried in my drafts. I have no memory of writing it.
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A blog post where I attempt to explain to my readers to relax and take everything less seriously. You are going to get there. There’s no punishment for getting it wrong. That’s more Catholic Church lies.