A new low for Mom, indeed, Rapaire!! You may add another notch to your belt of down-scale milestones made by your own hand. That was truly abysmal, and free of any tinge of merit, either as BS or as poetry. You have outdone your most awful self. You verge on Personal Shatnerization, an evanescent state of transcendental medocrity which, I add hopefully, may be accompanied by mystic south-bound spontaneous evaporation, as befits such a crystalline pool of purest piddle.


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