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Its been a while since I swung a sickle. In fact not since I was back in the USSR. Now why do I find my foot tapping?

I suppose Paul McCartney has possessed it. Better chop it off with that sickle before you turn into a musical superstar.

Phew, good advice. I could be doing without at least one of those pesky feet. The trouble they have gotten me in over the years.