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The Ides of March 2018

ever since *****Sapiens didst insinuate, elbow and barge humanity at the mercy sans, small, medium (Strunk and White) elemental forces at large which indiscriminate merciless whims extant ask Homer Simpson or Marge g'head and even tap a local, county, or state Sarge gent on the shoulder, cuz he or she would moost likely agree that this Month (predicated on The Gregorian calendar me didst axe Mister Google,     (who whiz courtesy enough prithee) to validate premise about     when Time Construct came a boot re: (named after Pope Gregory XIII, who     introduced it in October fifteen eighty two) from that date to present,     the most widely ant queue     test used civil calendar, and when brand new (involved approximately 0.002% correction knew    this margin of error in length     of Julian calendar year) allowing hue man accurate measurement passage     as days, weeks, months...elapsed     unimportant to the average Joe (not quite five hundred years ago)     returning home on his emu no matter the gender named Matthew cuz this flightless fast-running bird dinned, poe whit lorry yet (wannabe)     nose tubby directed related door sill finned dog gone harassed primate hoo haint sinned graced with sir name Harris,     and gladly boasts being full of wind which trivia finds this barred bard   (as iz his usual wont     i.e. digress sing     from primary col lord thread) from initial intent, vis a vis,     how all life forms stretching     within the bounds of quisling to an affable, convivial, and filial King Crimson (reddit in the face),  yet knew everything like kin ace that comprised tome base  comprise zing knowledge booking (to chase winter blues) at getaway grace fully at Bedrock Cave     with proprietors of said place  Barney Rubble and Fred Flintstone     offered ample space to discuss preparations to cope     with onset of infrequent roaring blizzard     (via ominous clouds that didst trace) plus minimizing setbacks affecting     the then most advanced stone age  during wrathful outbursts from beige flesh toned gabbing Goddess,     whose gentle giantess goodness,     one could gauge which genteel manners evident     also asper her page gave inside information,     how to batten down hatches    while tethered like a puppet     on the then much younger global stage.

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