Sir, do you have a license to play with all those alliterations?
Allan Ishac

Alas, my poetic license lapsed at long last leaving me lacking, lonely, and less alive. The future form will be forged, fake and fraudulent but I shall neither fear failure nor flee fun, fame, or fortune if it finds me before my felonious faculties fall to the word factory floor.

Now I must rest, my son.

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