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July 13, 2010


Father M.

Brilliant, Mr. P!

Mr. Peperium

Thank you, Father. Once it got going it was kind of hard to stop.

Father M.

There's a poem about Chappaquiddick that my father had and I've been looking for it for years since he died. Sometimes a good meter is the best skewer.

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