08/18/19 NOT A CODED MESSAGE
Don't count your chickens before they cross the road; that's how you spell Chicago.
See, I can be concise.
Sometimes I want to share a really great idea (at least I think it is great), but as I mull it over it reminds me of something else and it gets longer and better and more complicated, so I realize I need to make it more concise; then I try to whittle it down (i.e. "make it shorter,") but as I do I realize (another realization in this one, short sentence, wow) that I can't be concise and thorough at the same time.
Thus, my three thoughts about chickens, in one concise sentence.
Sometimes it takes some time to explain some things. One of the first questions a dear old church member (who came from from two centuries ago) asked me when he heard I was going to be his pastor, "Arr ye long winded?"
Which reminds me of another story...
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