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[semperfiona]

My tenants called me on Saturday to let me know they're planning to put
a contract on a house for purchase, so I could figure out how we'll deal
with the ending of their tenancy, possibly prior to the expiration of
the lease. I mentioned this to Deb. She says, "Sell it, sell it! It's an
albatross around your neck!"

I said (yes, you guessed it): "Way I remember it, albatross was a ship's
good luck. Until some idiot killed it."

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[notshakespeare.livejournal.com]

I've never actually read this poem, although I can identify it in a line-up.