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Well, don't you?
(thought this was going to go on and on and on, didn't you?)
(that's why it's funny)
(because it doesn't)

An afternoon, that was Bliss,
Snake’s tongue, without the hiss.
Red fang’s juice, on my lips,
Wine glass cheers, with many tips.

To Say a word, beneath the sun,
Many appear, in my mind.
Today’s one later, than yesterday’s flavor;
And as it remains; my day, that was to savor.
~Troy Mattox~

Sometimes, I have the same problem.

. . .

Or will you speak while I listen?

I haven't not a word for you.