the sweet sweet madness of autumn leaves tumbling down in October rains. the sweet sweet madness of the last peppers picked. the sweet sweet madness of that dream about the naked lady. the sweet sweet madness of a rare sunday off from the madness of temple of wages.
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falling leaves, falling stocks, falling ... oh, either the world is poised for a great turn around or we'll be falling over each other in the gutters.
best to keep the gutters clean, methinks, as it will make sleeping in them easier.
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