Good God the Hudson River is golden, in Emerald Green Hue. It sits by a doorside, or ocean side, or altar, throne, or threshold.
Thresh the hold– that’s what Eppie-J would do, on his throne, in his ugly, crappy abode, 9 East 71st Street, Mannahattas.
Clap like a thunder clap, or take clap in the pants, cure it with pennicilin, with a loving exposed Petri Dish, love, and random,
AI will take care of that.
Spam of Human Affection 
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