I can sing. I can sing along with the radio and harmonize. I can sing along with chords and improvise. I can dance. I can't open my mail. I can grow spinach and tomatoes. I can till earth and build beds. I can cut flower bouquets and leave them on the doorsteps of little old ladies. I can't meet deadlines. I can write a book. I can write
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