Wisdom comes from experience.
My vast repertoire was engorged this spring evening, when I experienced a conflict!
Like the fish who return to battle the spring, I arrived at the hall of lectures to inscribe my inken answers to parchment.
I was familiar with all, but names are not the bees to the hive. The information and analysis were the nectar this day.
As my pen finished its expulsions I was taken aback by some foul villain threatening the multitudes with an explosive.
Thankfully a hero of the peoples emerged and did battle with the rogue. He managed to pull victory from the jaws of the parakeet.
He also required the use of my pen, which I was happy to relinquish. Transitory elements are the feathers of the eagle.
Some motion pictures were played and I heartily enjoyed the show. I only wish I could have been a part of the "flash mob" productions. The jealousy and regrets of a man are show in the regret of his shirts.
And that is it.
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