Not yet warm.

Also not yet dead. Air temperature 34 F, calm, mostly cloudy for the newspaper walk. Wan sunshine now. Bike ride remains in suspense.

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It's really a damned shame that oratorical bullshit has no fertilizer value.

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By the rude bridge that arched the flood,
Their flag to April’s breeze unfurled,
Here once the embattled farmers stood,
And fired the shot heard round the world.

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"I have never killed a man, but I have read many obituaries with great pleasure."

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Air temperature 33 F, mixed precip. The official meteorologist's term for this is "yuck."