Joy just is. Probably there is a reason, but the reason is not the joy.
Gonna get lucky.
Do you wish your line was this open and clear?
There’s somebody, somewhere, someday, who already thinks it is.
Be prepared, but be aware it will cost your head.
For she has all who ate her mate.
Three weeks it will be spring, when the multitudinous cees bust loose.
Cees come right after Bees, you will need to know this.
But you do, already, in perilous perspicacity. Halleluiah.