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The Resolution Rap

Dear Members and Constituents,
It’s that time of year when you feel everything is possible. The sky is the limit and you’re ready to do what it takes. And so I too will try my hand at something new. Freestyle. Those of you who believe you can’t spell crap without rap cover your ears (and read-on). The rest of you, give me a beat box.
Don’t let your resolution lead to disillusion. I propose a revolution where substitution of the classic institution leads to retribution. Here’s the solution and it’s proposed execution. Sure it’d be great to lose weight. You can elevate your gait to escalate your burn rate; or moderate what you ate on that late date. But before you try the feat and retreat from what you eat, let me be indiscreet and make you think on your feet. There’s folks on the street with no meat, wheat or beets. Wouldn’t it be sweet to put hunger on a complete retreat? Or some, I hear, wish to steer your career. From engineer to marketeer or cashier to financier? Whatever you do, be sincere and not a profiteer. Do what brings you cheer, hear? Like Mike Rubsam, he was awesome and brought two dozen wholesome donuts. So if you’re lonesome, come and grab some.
Making coherent sentences with a rapid succession of similar sounding words is harder than I thought. So maybe not everything is possible. In any event, next week Mr. Stocker returns to his regular schedule, so you can stop rolling your eyes now.

Happy Friday!

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