Transposition of the exposition leads to multiplication of my
  consternation. But Ablation - of Syntactical Seed, leads the
  quid pro quo of talk in desperate need! The middle! Who's the
  player? Where's the fiddle? I giggle, but the laugh is not
  needed. So I go on through my thoughts, the usual way. And I
  join this forum yet for another lovely day.

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