If you can't stay up watch the STARS rise, let alone the moon, then how are you supposed to smell the roses?
Today (tomorrow) is going to be a Bob Dylan kind of day. I can just SMELL it. So. We're gonna have to cut off those winky faces for a bit, because Uncle Bob would NOT approve. Even though he doesn't yet have a grave, he'd be rolling in it.
Time to prepare...
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