Behind me plays "Dountown Abbey" (I'm a bit unsure about the spelling) as I realize that once again I have neglected to write here. But then, I have a journal I neglect, fiction writing I neglect, even poetry I neglect, so why should I worry, why should I care... oh, god, singing again, you must realize dear Peggy that that voice is dreadful. Except to dear Arlo Guthrie, who once told us all to just sing, to hell with the people who said we couldn't. As for all the things I 'should' be doing, they are rife, so who cares.
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