If it’s wearing red, yellow, or both, it’s a lama,” he said. “Bow to it.” “Isn’t that a camel from South America?

If it makes you feel any better, this isn't my first apocalypse. There is hope.

Anne was curled up Turk-fashion on the hearthrug, gazing into that joyous glow where the sunshine of a hundred summers was being distilled from the maple cordwood.

I like to think that I&#39;m one of the few people in public life who write their own material. I write every word. And I really enjoy writing - especially my political commentary.

Written By Ed Koch

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