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it is late/and i have just bidden a pal good night/and silently told her sweet dreams/for we are unromantic friends/wishing each other well/without exes and ohs

shakespeare sure got “sweet sorrow” right

in grade school they taught us that “goodbye” was dialogue shorthand for “may god be with you”

tolkien had his eagles say “fare you well wherever you fare until your aeries receive you at journey’s end”

and in france there are many ways to say goodbye including “[be] with god” and “until we meet again”

and goodness is the implied cosmic force

good god good grief good gravy goodness gracious good in bed good golly good to be alive good for you good on you g’day mate

i’ll finish this when i am good and ready

and since you are

now would be good

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Medieval to Modern & tin to iridium
Evolvement takes choices & acts to ignite
Perhaps Good & Evil are more than a construct
Have KA to personify Desiderata
In meeting the challenge of Climb-To-the-Top
Some hands may be gript in an Evil one’s clutch
The pilgrim might Shake become timid let go
or grab at a chance for the conquest of fear

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I hope to finish this well, and well before the end of the month. I have read MR’s Life Is Too Short, and I’ve just heard about a documentary about elder abuse that features the sad story of his latter life, Last Will and Embezzlement. I think I will need to see the documentary to properly inform the page, since I’m going to draw a current-as-possible him above the “Rooney” on the right.

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I may well just sign this page and be done with it, but that’s because the task of summing up Loretta Young’s bizarre life is so intimidating. Did you know, O Reader, that she had Clark Gable’s child? I didn’t till just this week, though I saw her descend a staircase several times when I was a little kid.

The post is called “Mephisto, Mickey, and Sweet Loretta” because it sounded peppy and it reminded me of Neil Young’s “Marlon Brando, Pocahontas and Me.” The “Sweet Loretta” part owes its existence to a line in “Get Back” by the Beatles. (And Loretta Young was sweet sometimes…)