Oats, and wild, and feeling oder etwas.

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I'll just enjoy for a bit.  I had thought to see if I could use it.  No need.  I think it will tend to that itself.  A good day is just that, a frisky one is better.  Invigorated, and mischievous, with a bloom of energy and imagination running rampant.  I have things to do.




Not all of it is holy.


Nor is it all profane or simple.


A sweet day, and rich as mother's milk combined with father's whiskey, have no doubt.  Later.