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I&#8217;ve joined a cigar band. We smoke while playing tubas. The bland must lead the bland. I cater now to no one. It&#8217;s later than I think. I&#8217;d rather\u00a0read than eat, alas, &hellip; <a href=\"https:\/\/redtinnoodles.com\/?p=264\">Read more<\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":""},"categories":[16],"tags":[3,4],"class_list":["post-264","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-poem-2","tag-poem","tag-poetry-2"],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack-related-posts":[{"id":813,"url":"https:\/\/redtinnoodles.com\/?p=813","url_meta":{"origin":264,"position":0},"title":"Spare Ramparts","author":"Rick Young","date":"December 27, 2016","format":false,"excerpt":"Kind castles create bland rulers. 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