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Loving my refurbished fifteen inch mid 2015 Macbook Pro

Loving my refurbished fifteen inch mid 2015 Macbook Pro A lightning fast machine purchased three days ago now comfortably nestling with said technological wonder, where outside a cold wind howls measuring windchill factor of five below allowing, enabling and providing me an opportunity to create virtual reality issuing veritable deathblow to any brave soul daring to weather the onset of cold air masses associated with atmospheric winds nsync with planetary earthflow spinning on axis roughly 1,000 miles per hour and whipping approximately 67,000 miles per hour around nearest star. Courtesy Paul Reader exhibiting gentility, honesty, integrity... and his co-workers at Mac Mojo, a small business 319 2nd Ave, Phoenixville, PA 19460, I relish (cuz hunger equals the best pickle) surfing the Internet with nary a hitch, nor experiencing that odious spinning pinwheel/beach ball. Upon acquiring said computer (Retina, 15-inch, Mid 2015) facilitated, linkedin, routed... to the webbed wide world courtesy wireless fidelity after plunking down five hundred and eighty dollars, yours truly exalts after waking second perusing favorite (poetry) websites jumpstarting/kickstarting, googling... byte size tidbits to incorporate within latest literary endeavor. So much for initial starry eyed burst regarding what promises to materialize into a rambling, dodging, and affording reasonable rhyme, nevertheless afflicted with... mine winkin and blinkin mind nod yet awake, nor insights keen, asper ho hum fee fie foe fum bling writer's block as usual, this (day-glo bull leave me you) mid morning, (November nineteenth two thousand and twenty two), mine myopic brown marbled occipital orbs fixate upon eye opening/closing lone blinking cursor - hooping such intense stare will magically glean a divine comedy, or even mediocre shaky spear writ tragedy, none the less letting thoughts glom (cess) pool like into some elusive essence, finding me madly chasing (feebly, lamely, and ridiculously likened to a teen age paramour) intriguing, nattering, and wordlessly spellbinding notion all the way to Abilene, perhaps metamorphosing into a topnotch poem (ska lean), swiftly tailored harried style even out rivaling the best newsy Lake Woebegone Norwegian bachelor farmer fabulist (linkedin to hearty robust Nordic European) scribes, that juiced might earn me some crisp legal tender green, yet impetus to write, NOT predicated on ramping up checking account, which primary queen tis essential money source of mine to pay bills appears extremely lean, and thus apologize if any hint of desperation (PULL EASE pledge to Matthew Scott Harris charity) seeps extemporaneously typing this poetic expression, when financial resources picked bone dry clean, and me fanciful thoughts cannot help wishing for miraculous intervention tub bring, a raft of smiley faces tomb eye gentle mien such as receiving an anonymous bajillion dollars donated (tummy) from tennis scene legend (in her own mind) aery Billie Jean King, whose near exhaustive earnings - at least compared to thy germane mein kampf (accrued during - her magical mist starry re:us horse sing around) strawberry fields forever hay day with tangerine trees, and marmalade skies completing tennis (tense) backdrop against engendered match with the late Bobby Riggs.

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