I was just writing about the King of Spain, and from somewhere deep in the unused cobwebby recesses of my brain came the urge to start singing. "King of Spain" just started making a funny little memory itch.
Then it all came back to me...
I used to be Canadian.
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Which raises the interesting question: which is better to have been the king of Spain or to have been Canadian?
The former, unless you happened to be the miserable fellow named Charles II.
How did I ever miss the King of Spain? What a delight. Where was I in the nineties? Can anyone tell me?
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