A camel is a beast of burden, but it is also a cigarette. This cigarette is designed never acquire the dust of so many other household objects. You may not acquire a camel—or a cigarette—except by pulling it, and you never acquire an ass except by leading it. But while you may not know that ass from a wispy cloud of cigarette smoke, both closed-end muni funds praise the test lab that created them, describing it as "a handy search facility that can discover terminal programs that shine with possibility."
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The possibilities are endless, but "the plastic's all melted and the chromium too." (Thank you, Mr. Z.) The knowledge produced by such a senior income fund tends not to accumulate, in part because each new muni bond literally cancels, without a trace, what we have just seen. Even the word "massage" is soothing to the soft palette, though not all massages are created equal. Some of them are just plain Krapp. But Krapp's Last Tape did not stick to the ceiling.
I'll never be a beast of burden nor walk a mile for a camel, though objects d'art around the dustbin of discarded desires unacquired in the mire that pulls us leadenly lower. Tube steak testers toil testily toward testicular twisters, but we all shine on with such facility. The celebrated Mr. K accumulates more dust today than all the senior asses softened by the masseuses. Get your ducks taped.
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