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A story written by two slightly wacky teenage girls whose hobby is being quirky.
"Poets have been mysteriously silent on the subject of cheese." - G.K. Chesterton
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oh you poor deprived dear!! the monkies are one of my favorite things about this blog. (besides potbellied pigs and intoxicated lemurs :) the monkies are my friends. long live the monkies!!!
That's like a lot a life...you can't always see the monkeys. Occasionally you will have flashes of insight wherein the primates are revealed, but for most of the time, you have to search for them. The monkey are all around us. Will you stop and look? Will you stop and smell the flowers (that's an allegory for finding monkeys)? Will you EVER play golf at Pebble Beach? These are the important questions in life. And just like monkeys, you have to search them out. Don't give up now. Push ahead! Persevere! Go, find the monkeys! Do not be downcast, be strong and very courageous. Greet each day with a call of, "Heigh-ho the MONKEYS! Ready or not, here I come!" Let your life be a reflection of power of the tailed-primates. Monkeys are all around us.
Do you see them?
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