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84. Stuck inside on yet another rainy day © 15 June 2018 |
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It’s raining on my pomposity. Now my pomposity’s all wet. It’s a monstrosity. Precipitation precipitates with considerable velocity. There’s no stopping ‘locity with or without an apostrophe. Perhaps I should try reciprocity. But rain falls with such ferocity it makes reciprocity preposterously an impotossity. If I’d been born a rhinoceros I’d have a lot more rhinosity. I tell you, once my pomposity gets wet I get filled with ridiculous verbosity. It’s a philosophical atrocity, especially when stuck inside on yet another rainy day. |