Just when you think luck has nothing to do with it, another pot of gold shows up under some rainbow that you never noticed in the middle of your backyard.
I've heard it all ends. I suppose it has to eventually.
Make hay while the sun shines. That, or do one of those other things that wiser, older folks always suggested.
Give us peace on earth and end this dreadful, dreadful war.
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