So I said, listen to and respect your employees. Then they said, No, what’s your advice for writers. Oh, I said.
This was over a year ago. So the advice is past its due date.
There’s nothing like a man in leather pants.
Except for this poem of mine. It’s exactly like a man in leather pants.
Man-less leather pants.
It’s called “In the Key of Ursa Minor.”
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