In the Spring, at the end of the day, you should smell like dirt - Margaret Atwood
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3 comments:
Margaret Atwood lives just a few neighbourhoods from us, and I can tell you, she has yet to smell like dirt this year.
Kind of like the TV commerical with Jarvik, the maker of the artificial heart. In it Jarvik is seen kayaking and jogging. A man who knows him says Jarvik is as about atheletic as Woody Allen.
"Aaron", who are you and what have you done with my son?
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