Harvests of harpy happy blooms of bloomer bombast as we walk the Dublin streets with Leopold Bloom again in our mind in our eyes in our words, avoiding stumbling on the curb the cobblestone of too many consonants, mate.
Today appropriately enough is also the anniversary of the start of this august (no, it's June) and sometimes jejune blog.
Happy 5th Blogger Anniversary to The Laughorist and my nom de web, Pawlie Kokonuts.
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