Desperate Measures had to be taken. I hunted down my dear old friend, Kesheva from Israel, who resides at Sivananda Ashram in Paradise Island in the Bahamas.
"Kesheva,"I pleaded," please sound your horn and bugle and make the mating cry heard far and wide, over land, sea and dale, from midtown to downtown, from the East side to the West side." And so he did and the clear, piercing sound reached the ears of all men in the city, (even those whose name does not start with a "J".)
"Calling all "J"s . We know you are out there. The Lady of the Box is more beautiful than ever, her pale statuesque arm the epitome of grace. Come out, come out, wherever you are. ( I am fast loosing patience.) "
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Could it be true? My name is Jeff (J)and I stand alone in the Nevada desert playing my trumpet, belting out songs to attract a beautiful Scottish Princess. Perhaps my affection for the S.P. is just the cosmic path to my real true love, the lady in the box?
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