Yes! It was I !
In this garden of life, my dear Quill was led forth to be beheaded, and the Parisian populace assembled to witness it. And that gave me the reason to pause, whispering your name into the wind... to acquire a touch of peace to my soul., when I examine the products of talent and skill, to be seen at the rooms of our friend Mr. Quill. .... Son of the Morning! wherefore art thou?
Thank you, as always for your most formidable response. It made my day. ;)
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@dswigle,
OK ... you win. You have beaten Poor Ol' Quill at his own game. :-)
Quill
Never!!!!
There is no winner nor loser. Not in my games. ;)