Here I am telling you about pendulums when the PONIES are coming, or really I am going, but it isn't important, because they are PONIES, and if they let me down, boy oh boy are you gonna know about it.
I feel like I am already splashing around in summer streams, because the air is so mild, and it's all come at once like summer does. I know better. After the PONIES and the car-rides and the rust-belt domes, there'll be some ice-storm, or hail-storm, or worms worms worms, and I will crawl back inside again until the first of May.
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