Maybe it's just me,
but sometimes the publishing biz reminds me of a bull,
and I'm a matador on a bad day.
I may climb to my feet slowly while rubbing parts of my anatomy,
but I eventually get back up and do it all again.
Just plum crazy?!
(This is not an endorsement of bull-fighting.)
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