When I think of oral rehab for you, Big Pat, I envision this long string of tired, disappointed and demoralized jolly walkers slowly giving up and dragging their way back to their call-mobiles parked on your road, shaking their heads in wonder at the incredible that finally came to pass -- the one they couldn' resurrect -- blond, redhead, young and old, all fallen in their pride as they gave their best and somehow found it wanting. Oh, the SHAME of it!!!

'Tis Pride doth come before the fall; We know to be the law!
But one who fell, comes not at all!
The doxies say of Spaw.
They shake their curls in deep amaze
They sense perdition's maw;Who once made stand such brave arrays
No standing found, with Spaw!

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