Bloomsday

Oh,

stately and plump JPC walked past the
riverrun of eve and adam after the fall
(athenaemneowfniaodsosoamownowofahgheowofoofowwllaa!)
of gasoline prices, past the artist, the young man from Dublin and his good Anna, his Molly Bloom, in the land where chamber music comes pennyeach through the night and helpingyhelping lassies lend a hand to the good man of Dublin, the emerald and his shaving water, intoning --Introibo ad altare Dei.

Happy Bloomsday Everyone,

JPC