tsar, it worked. Thanks for all your bumps. Sorry I can't acknowledge each one, buddy. Too many bumps.
Region, yours made me think of the camel and his hump.
Another great Ray Charles, y'all.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lr_h4upTUXo
and, y'all, our poem for today.
Joyce Kilmer. 1886–1918
I THINK that I shall never see
A poem lovely as a tree.
A tree whose hungry mouth is prest
Against the sweet earth's flowing breast;
A tree that looks at God all day, 5
And lifts her leafy arms to pray;
A tree that may in summer wear
A nest of robins in her hair;
Upon whose bosom snow has lain;
Who intimately lives with rain.
Poems are made by fools like me,
But only God can make a tree.
I remember Paul Robeson singing that one. Another wonderful bass-voiced man ruined by Eugene McCarthy.