at all, am I pointless, and if so, why not just congregate with those who are great or gravitate to those who are grave, or commiserate with those who are communists, or accumulate those who are late, but the point of punctuality is to be on time every time as many times as time will tell William Tell to tale the tale of a lot of tail-end tails that trail behind trials and tribulations of mutations in generations of crustaceans in oceans and oceans of lotions, potions and flotations of boviations (I made that up).
It's time to quit, is it not?
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