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Endowed with amazing powers to understand the fate of the average man--counting the hours between too early and too late, hoping to see the median touch the mean. Keeping expectations just so, Not very high, not very low so that everyone can be a success, with a middling of effort and a shade of finesse we can all wear the cape. Bouncing from grade to grade in exact planned order, mostly white, though looking South to the border not for long, we raise our 1.8 children and live our 72.6 years (unless you graze the upper end, you lucky dears) and hope for just enough trouble that life might bubble a bit, but not boil. We dream ourselves miraculous, spectacular, well-read, looking to marry better than well, sometimes getting lucky, Captains Whitebread, we all sail from moderation to moderation hoping to see better than average without really trying especially hard. We move from Monday to Sunday, some rising, some settling to the comfortable middle, fighting against the attractive extremes that spell our doom, knowing that a little more, a little less, is the key to our success, our mean, our bliss.
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Feb 4, 2014
Feb 4, 2014 at 9:37 PM UTC
Captain Whitebread
Endowed with amazing powers to understand the fate of the average man--counting the hours between too early and too late, hoping to see the median touch the mean. Keeping expectations just so, Not very high, not very low so that everyone can be a success, with a middling of effort and a shade of finesse we can all wear the cape. Bouncing from grade to grade in exact planned order, mostly white, though looking South to the border not for long, we raise our 1.8 children and live our 72.6 years (unless you graze the upper end, you lucky dears) and hope for just enough trouble that life might bubble a bit, but not boil. We dream ourselves miraculous, spectacular, well-read, looking to marry better than well, sometimes getting lucky, Captains Whitebread, we all sail from moderation to moderation hoping to see better than average without really trying especially hard. We move from Monday to Sunday, some rising, some settling to the comfortable middle, fighting against the attractive extremes that spell our doom, knowing that a little more, a little less, is the key to our success, our mean, our bliss.
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Feb 4, 2014
Feb 4, 2014 at 9:37 PM UTC
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