Exit the stage. Ride off into the sunset. Fade away. On this, my 144th birthday.
From where the sun now stands I will post no more, forever.
I have become too old. And sodded. There comes a time when the pontifications cease to sparkle, and the links lose their luster, and the online blogger forum becomes a prison and all that is left is an old man's range time. And heaven.
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3 comments:
Farewell, Sir.
You have done well. Rest is deserved and well earned.
How many posts did he have queued up before he passed on last year?
It's heart-wrenching.
Can't lie, I'm impressed.
RIP T-bolt.
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