to him, returned
not spurned
(hopefully)
by the
hot
and
the
sand
and the
taco pizzerias
and the Santa Marias
of the wild, wacky West.
quest: over
time: to rest
but not for too long.
'fore ya know it, he'll
be singin' songs next
to ponds, dressed in red
bed sheets and strumming
on a uke'--fine-tuned and sharp
like a harpoon. or something else
pointy. yep, yep, we're all glad to
see you back, halpern...even if
you forgot the Afikoman. i
guess that means we've
gotta stay at the table
of blog fa' eva'--
fa' eva' eva'?
fa' eva' eva'?
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