There was a soliloquy at the end of my tongue that lost its way to the tips of my fingers as I approached the keyboard. Why, I ask myself? It was a pretty good example of my current status. As Lord Augustus would say, "...demmed good...."(repeatedly).
Somehow, it escaped.
No, actually it was a blinking orange light. Sheesh, the frail heart. I need cardio steroids. Any reasonable prescription anyone?
You know what? I will write it. YES I WILL!!!
That's because Royalty doesn't back down.
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