There we go, astair. I feel like, I should be at stake. Sometimes: One life for the road; Two nights for deliverance. I'm not badder than this. Nor Mary (Poppins). But we still avoid. Two things: One is sin; justified without,within. Two is The Mossad, whose rhythm rhymes with God. There we go again. Bringing Mary in. Merry Mary Poppins. Still avoiding sin. Merry Mary, picking berry. Next time I'll be in. And you'll meet me there. In the time will share. A bed and breakfast dinn'. Will we meet tomorrow? Or let the sorrows win?