led down my garden path to slaughter
you fear that I have lost my reason
or that I might take a fancy: heaven forfend.
I would never call myself a reporter
more of a stickler on returns
or a quiet weekend getaway
from life's busy schedule
it must be enough for me
to be self contained and readable
without supplementary material: honest and accountable
everything I never hoped for
the zenith or condition of
not meeting a desirable or intended objective
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You're on the money again - and fulfilling your own schedule, which I might add, is full of nice surprises. Rgds, Ivan