If I don't think about it, I'm OK.
I loved GOOG unwisely, but too well. I had to get over it. And I did.
But I'd go back in a minute if it would come crawling back on its hands and knees.
I can't figure it out.
Is GOOG is like some raven, at my window with a broken wing?
Or am I like some raven at GOOG's window?
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A private correspondent has asked if I'm all right.
Yes, I'm fine. It's just the thespian in me.
YOU NEED TO SPICE UP YOUR STOCK PICKS.
You said it, brother.
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