The John Adams Building features in my mid-morning rounds, walk-paced blurs of Great Communicators better than good hot sugary tea? Could bee. The Jive gets sprung out the box like a Jack, all trades are final ~ black. Jeff Davis across from the future-zoo, we salute {or at least say what up} thinkin' about Miss Varina Howell and Jane Appleton Pierce. Like Ambrose Beirce I came to get fierce, with a Devil of a Dictionary of friends and Sears. Perhaps lemonade on the porch? Franklin, Jefferson, Jane, Varina? Slaves? Did it happen? What year could it have been? 1845? 1845! St. Lunatics shoutin' about it for some reason there. Thor origin mornin' + The Army of Tennesse by Stanley F. Horn! Tha's what I'm talkin'about'right'on!! Gosh, I tells ya, when I ain't readin' I feel like a true blue shirkin' shucker!
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