If I am going to do this thing, I really ought to write something every day. I have painted myself into a corner, which I suppose is the point.
I think Pokey the Penguin says it better than I can, so today’s pre-finals literary effort is being passed over to yellow5.com
BTW, the Friends of Pokey have an address in Portland, which I think says something profound about the distribution of talent and insanity in the world. One is tempted to go knock on their door and ask pertinent questions, but wo knows what you would find there. They must get Pokey fans coming by all the time, don’t you think?
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