Sometimes I write on my blog sometimes I don't.
Sometimes I tickle with a feather, sometimes with the tips of my fingers, but never with the front end of a pick up truck.
Sometimes I tell some time and not all of it, depending on who is asking. If Sid Bream asked me he'd get the whole thing. If it was a night hawk that asked he'd only get some time.
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