Perhaps, a good time to consult The Old Farmer's Almanac for some timely chit-chat, even if you're not an Old Farmer. Very few of us are these days.
When I was young and love-starved, I didn't know how lovely those Russian girls can be, so I missed my chance to go fishin', fightin' and f-f-f-f-foolin' around
with the lovely Olga from the Volga and the ever-radiant Xeniya from the Crimea on one
of those collective farms where they made whoopee in the hay loft, and vodka in the tool shed. Youth really is wasted on the young, you know....
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