I believe
everything I read,
according to
my biographers
When I buy a bag of plain m&m’s I also like to buy a bag of shelled peanuts, just to keep my options open
I believe
everything I read,
according to
my biographers
When I buy a bag of plain m&m’s I also like to buy a bag of shelled peanuts, just to keep my options open
t r e f o l o g y 
Do I detect an empty plate and a magnifying glass in hand. An unusual occurrence, yet one I have a certain empathy with.
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Hah! You are correct, Mr. Steed-
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I know these things. My great, great, great (possibly more greats) grandmother by the name of Eliza Mean (last recorded account of 1789 – true by the way) was of mystical gypsy stock. She was, I understand, never without a magnifying glass. Legend has it she was short sighted, mind.
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Gypsy stock? Like Chaplin!
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It is true, I enjoy picking fruit come autumn, and frequently feel compelled to sell a nag here, there and wherever, nonetheless in the manner of Chaplin, I am yet to sire my 8th child at 73 years of age. Importantly, Eliza could neither read nor write. Why then, did she always have about her person, a magnifying glass? That Sir is the key to my very being.
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I adore M&Ms!
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I think your blog is odd and surreal. Those are compliments.
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Then I shall take them in the spirit that they were given. Thanks.
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