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CalamityJane
 
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Reply Mon 11 Jul, 2005 07:32 pm
I'm just glad to help Miss Letty Wink
Oh, that song I love too dys - I just don't remember
who sings it.

Now let's hear it for some contemporary american poets.
A sunset will never be the same after this:

Speaking of sunsets,
last night's was shocking.
I mean, sunsets aren't supposed to frighten you, are they?
Well, this one was terrifying.
Sure, it was beautiful, but far too beautiful.
It wasn't natural.
One climax followed another and then another
until your knees went weak
and you couldn't breathe.
The colors were definitely not of this world,
peaches dripping opium,
pandemonium of tangerines,
inferno of irises,
Plutonian emeralds,
all swirling and churning, swabbing,
like it was playing with us,
like we were nothing,
as if our whole lives were a preparation for this,
this for which nothing could have prepared us
and for which we could not have been less prepared.
The mockery of it all stung us bitterly.
And when it was finally over
we whimpered and cried and howled.
And then the streetlights came on as always
and we looked into one another's eyes--
ancient caves with still pools
and those little transparent fish
who have never seen even one ray of light.
And the calm that returned to us
was not even our own.

Quote:
James Tate (1943 - Present)
James Tate was born in Kansas City, Missouri, in 1943. He is the author of twelve collections of poetry including his first volume, The Lost Pilot, which was selected for the Yale Series of Younger Poets Award in 1967, The Oblivion Ha Ha (1970), Hints to Pilgrims (1971), Absences (1972), Viper Jazz (1976), Riven Doggeries (1979), Constant Defender (1983), Reckoner (1986) and Distance From Loved Ones (1990).

In 1992, Tate was awarded the Pulitzer Prize for Poetry and the William Carlos Williams Award for his Selected Poems (1991). His most recent collection, Worshipful Company of Fletchers (The Ecco Press, 1994) received the National Book Award for Poetry. Among his other awards are fellowships from the Guggenheim Foundation and the National Endowment for the Arts, and the National Institute for Arts and Letters Award for Poetry. He also received the $100,000 Tanning Prize for The Academy of American Poets in 1995.

He has taught poetry at the University of California at Berkeley, Columbia University, and Emerson College. He currently teaches at the University of Massachusetts in Amherst, where he has worked since 1971.
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edgarblythe
 
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Reply Mon 11 Jul, 2005 07:52 pm
Death Of A Ladies' Man

Ah the man she wanted all her life was hanging by a thread
'I never even knew how much I wanted you,' she said.
His muscles they were numbered and his style was obsolete.
'O baby, I have come too late.' She knelt beside his feet.
'I'll never see a face like yours in years of men to come
I'll never see such arms again in wrestling or in love.'
And all his virtues burning in the smoky Holocaust
She took unto herself most everything her lover lost
Now the master of this landscape he was standing at the view
with a sparrow of St. Francis that he was preaching to
She beckoned to the sentry of his high religious mood
She said, 'I'll make a place between my legs,
I'll show you solitude.'

He offered her an orgy in a many mirrored room
He promised her protection for the issue of her womb
She moved her body hard against a sharpened metal spoon
She stopped the bloody rituals of passage to the moon

She took his much admired oriental frame of mind
and the heart-of-darkness alibi his money hides behind
She took his blonde madonna and his monastery wine --
'This mental space is occupied and everything is mine.'

He tried to make a final stand beside the railway track
She said, 'The art of longing's over and it's never coming back.'
She took his tavern parliament, his cap, his cocky dance,
she mocked his female fashions and his working-class moustache.

The last time that I saw him he was trying hard to get
a woman's education but he's not a woman yet
And the last time that I saw her she was living with some boy
who gives her soul an empty room and gives her body joy.

So the great affair is over but whoever would have guessed
it would leave us all so vacant and so deeply unimpressed
It's like our visit to the moon or to that other star
I guess you go for nothing if you really want to go that far.

It's like our visit to the moon or to that other star
I guess you go for nothing if you really want to go that far.

It's like our visit to the moon or to that other star
I guess you go for nothing if you really want to go that far.

Leonard Cohen
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Diane
 
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Reply Mon 11 Jul, 2005 07:53 pm
CJ, that poem reminded me somewhat of driving to Denver from Connecticut. When we were nearing Denver, the sunset was just incredible. A CD by Pink Floyd was playing--Dark Side of the Moon. Even though I'm an old hippie, I was higher than I've ever been just watching that sunset and listening to the Floyd CD. As the light on the clouds changed and darkened, the music seemed to do the same. It was one of the most beautiful, fantastic several minutes I'd ever experienced.

Yitwail, you should have tried some of my Alice B. Toklas brownies I used to bake in San Francisco in the 60's. Yummmm...Peter Tosh would have loved them. Cool
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Diane
 
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Reply Mon 11 Jul, 2005 07:57 pm
Here's a lovely thought for saying goodnight, sweet dreams:

"Life....
It is the flash of a firefly in the night,
the breath of a buffalo in the winter.
It is the little shadow, which runs across
the grass, and loses itself in the sunset...."
-- Crowfoot
Blackfeet Elder
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CalamityJane
 
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Reply Mon 11 Jul, 2005 07:59 pm
Diane, that was a great movie, and I wouldn't mind having
a brownie now and then Wink

You know, I had a similar experience, but it was a sunrise at the north rim of the Grand Canyon. Most spectacular and humbling nature event I have ever seen.
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bermbits
 
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Reply Mon 11 Jul, 2005 08:01 pm
Letty told me to get over here, so here I am - as I am lazy and don't feel like going back through 815 pages (or even three or four as I am on my way to bed), will a review of the past eight or ten pages help me understand what goes on here, or would someone please clue me in? Thanks - you're the ginchiest (esoteric, but I bet someone knows).
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edgarblythe
 
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Reply Mon 11 Jul, 2005 08:04 pm
"Ginchiest" - as in , Kookie, lend me your comb.
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djjd62
 
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Reply Mon 11 Jul, 2005 08:05 pm
Letty wrote:

Goodnight, WA2K sweethearts.




Radio Sweetheart
Elvis Costello

My head is spinning and my legs are weak
Goose step dancing, can't hear myself speak
Hope in the eyes of the ugly girls
That settle for the lies of the last chancers
When slow motion drunks pick wallflower dancers

You come here looking for the ride to glory
Go back home with a hard luck story
I can hardly wait around until the weekend comes to town

Play one more for my radio sweetheart
Hide your love, hide your love
Though we are so far apart
You've got to hide your love
'Cause that's the way the whole thing started
I wish we had never parted

When it's late and the night gets colder
Don't lay your head on any other shoulder
Some hire themselves out for a good time
But you and I, we have been sold
So I keep on saying...

Play one more for my radio sweetheart
Hide your love, hide your love
Though we are so far apart
You've got to hide your love
'Cause that's the way the whole thing started
I wish we had never parted

Play one more for my radio sweetheart
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edgarblythe
 
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Reply Mon 11 Jul, 2005 08:14 pm
Nat King Cole

Ramblin' rose, ramblin' rose
Why you ramble, no one knows
Wild and wind-blown, that's how you've grown
Who can cling to a ramblin' rose?

Ramble on, ramble on
When your ramblin' days are gone
Who will love you with a love true
When your ramblin' days are GONE

Ramblin' rose, ramblin' rose
Why I want you, heaven knows
Though I love you with a love true
Who can cling to a ramblin' rose?

SPOKEN
<One more time, everybody, now>

Ramblin' rose, ramblin' rose
Why I want you, heaven knows
Though I love you with a love true
Who can cling to a ramblin' rose?
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djjd62
 
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Reply Mon 11 Jul, 2005 08:14 pm
Diane wrote:
CJ, that poem reminded me somewhat of driving to Denver from Connecticut. When we were nearing Denver, the sunset was just incredible. A CD by Pink Floyd was playing--Dark Side of the Moon. Even though I'm an old hippie, I was higher than I've ever been just watching that sunset and listening to the Floyd CD. As the light on the clouds changed and darkened, the music seemed to do the same. It was one of the most beautiful, fantastic several minutes I'd ever experienced.



about 6 years ago my sister, brother-in-law and my two nephews watched a lunar eclipse while listening to dark side of the moon, i put the record on (my brother-in-laws wonderful imported original vinyl) and the album lasted from the first touches of shadow, until full coverage, nice way to spend an evening


some of those brownies would have been a nice treat too
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djjd62
 
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Reply Mon 11 Jul, 2005 08:16 pm
Brain Damage
(Waters) 3:50

The lunatic is on the grass.
The lunatic is on the grass.
Remembering games and daisy chains and laughs.
Got to keep the loonies on the path.

The lunatic is in the hall.
The lunatics are in my hall.
The paper holds their folded faces to the floor
And every day the paper boy brings more.

And if the dam breaks open many years too soon
And if there is no room upon the hill
And if your head explodes with dark forebodings too
I'll see you on the dark side of the moon.

The lunatic is in my head.
The lunatic is in my head
You raise the blade, you make the change
You re-arrange me 'til I'm sane.
You lock the door
And throw away the key
There's someone in my head but it's not me.

And if the cloud bursts, thunder in your ear
You shout and no one seems to hear.
And if the band you're in starts playing different tunes
I'll see you on the dark side of the moon.
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AngeliqueEast
 
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Reply Mon 11 Jul, 2005 11:30 pm
Beach Art
For Miss Letty, and all those that live by the beach.

http://www.wowfunny.com/pictures/3335.jpg
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bobsmythhawk
 
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Reply Tue 12 Jul, 2005 03:50 am
Oscar Hammerstein II
From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia.

(For work done with Richard Rodgers, see Rodgers and Hammerstein)

Oscar Hammerstein II (July 12, 1895 - August 23, 1960) was an American writer and producer of musical comedies for almost forty years.

His grandfather, Oscar Hammerstein I, was an opera impresario, and his uncle was a successful Broadway producer. While a college student, the younger Hammerstein wrote and performed in several varsity shows at Columbia University. His first musical, Always You, for which he wrote the book and lyrics, opened on Broadway in 1921. He was co-writer of the popular Rudolf Friml operetta Rose-Marie, and then began a successful collaboration with composer Jerome Kern on Sunny, which was a great hit. Their most successful collaboration, though was the 1927 musical Show Boat, which is considered to be one of the masterpieces of the American musical theatre. Hammerstein continued to work with Kern and operetta composer Sigmund Romberg, among others, over the next several years on shows such as Sweet Adeline, Music in the Air, and Very Warm for May, a critical failure which nevertheless contained one of Kern and Hammerstein's loveliest songs, "All the Things You Are."

Hammerstein began his most successful and sustained collaboration in 1943 when he teamed up with Richard Rodgers, whose regular partner, Lorenz Hart, was uninterested in the material, to write a musical based on Lynn Riggs' play Green Grow the Lilacs. The result was Oklahoma!, a show which revolutionized the American musical theatre by focusing on a sentimentally-based Americana, rather than current issues and characters. It also began a partnership which would produce such classic Broadway musicals as Carousel, South Pacific, The King and I, Flower Drum Song, and The Sound of Music, as well as the musical film State Fair and the television musical Cinderella. Hammerstein also produced the book and lyrics for Carmen Jones, an adaptation of Georges Bizet's opera Carmen with an all-black cast.

Hammerstein died shortly after the opening of The Sound of Music on Broadway, ending one of the most remarkable collaborations in the history of the American musical theatre. The final song he wrote was Edelweiss which had to be added during rehearsals to close the first act.

Universally mourned, with the lights of Times Square and London's West End Theatres being dimmed in recognition of his contribution to the musical, he was interred in the Ferncliff Cemetery in Hartsdale, New York.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Oscar_Hammerstein_II


Musical: Oklahoma
Song: Oklahoma!


Brand new state!
Brand new state, gonna treat you great!
Gonna give you barley, carrots and pertaters,
Pasture fer the cattle,
Spinach and termayters!
Flowers on the prarie where the June bugs zoom,
Plen'y of air and plen'y of room,
Plen'y of room to swing a rope!
Plen'y of heart and plen'y of hope.
Oklahoma, where the wind comes sweepin' down the plain
And the wavin' wheat can sure smell sweet
When the wind comes right behind the rain.
Oklahoma,
Ev'ry night my honey lamb and I
Sit alone and talk and watch a hawk
Makin' lazy circles in the sky.
We know we belong to the land
And the land we belong to is grand!
And when we say
Yeeow! Ayipioeeay!
We're only sayin'
You're doin' fine,
Oklahoma!
Oklahoma O.K.
Oklahoma, where the wind comes sweepin' down the plain
And the wavin' wheat can sure smell sweet
When the wind comes right behind the rain.
Oklahoma,
Ev'ry night my honey lamb and I
Sit alone and talk and watch a hawk
Makin' lazy circles in the sky.
We know we belong to the land
And the land we belong to is grand!
And when we say
Yeeow! Ayipioeeay!
We're only sayin'
You're doin' fine,
Oklahoma!
Oklahoma O.K.
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Lord Ellpus
 
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Reply Tue 12 Jul, 2005 03:55 am
.....and now, for something completely different.

I have just made contact with an old school friend of mine. We have not been in contact for over twenty years, and have swapped addresses etc., in the hope of a get together in the not too distant future.

So, this one is dedicated to Neil, and just about sums up our time at school.

BAGGY TROUSERS...........by Madness.


Naughty boys in nasty schools
Headmasters breaking all the rules
Having fun and playing fools
Smashing up the woodwork tools
All the teachers in the pub
Passing 'round the ready-rub (n.b. pipe tobacco)
Trying not to think of when
The lunch-time bell will ring again.

Oh what fun we had
But, did it really turn out bad
All I learnt at school
Was how to bend or break the rules
Oh what fun we had
But at the time it seemed so bad
Trying different ways
To make a difference to the days.

Headmaster's had enough to-day
All the kids have gone away
Gone to fight with next-door's school
Every term, that is the rule
Sits alone and bends his cane
Same old backsides again
All the small ones tell tall tales
Walking home and squashing snails.

Oh what fun we had
But, did it really turn out bad
All I learnt at school
Was how to bend or break the rules
Oh what fun we had
But at the time it seemed so bad
Trying different ways
To make a difference to the days.

Lots of girls and lots of boys
Lots of smells and lots of noise
Playing football in the park
Riding pushbikes after dark
Baggy trousers, dirty shirt
Pulling hair and eating dirt
Teacher comes to break it up
Bang on the 'ead with a plastic cup.

Oh what fun we had
But, did it really turn out bad
All I learnt at school
Was how to bend or break the rules
Oh what fun we had
But at the time it seemed so bad
Trying different ways
To make a difference to the days.

Baggy trousers, baggy trousers, baggy trousers
Baggy trousers, baggy trousers, baggy trousers
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edgarblythe
 
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Reply Tue 12 Jul, 2005 04:54 am
Black Slacks

Bbbbbbbbbbbbbbb black slacks
Bbbbbbbbbbbbbbb black slacks
Bbbbbbbbbbbbbbb black slacks
Bbbbbbbbbbbbbbb black slacks
Bbbbbbbbbbbbbbb black slacks
Pegged cool daddy-o
When I put em on I'm a rarin' to go

When I go places, I just don't care
You'd know why when you see what I wear
Black slacks, pegged 14
Black slacks, really are keen
Black slacks, pegged cool daddy-o
When I put 'em on
I'm a rarin' to go

Man you aughta' see me with my derby on
I know that you would say, he's gone
Black slacks, mostly in the head ..
Black slacks, uh, that's what I said
Black slacks, I'm the cat's pajamas
I always run around with the crazy little mamas

---- Instrumental Interlude

Well, the girls all look when I go by
It's what I wear that makes 'em sigh
Black slacks, I wear a red bow-tie
Black slacks, they say, me, oh, my
Black slacks, with a cat's chain
Down to my knees
I ain't nothin' but a real cool breeze

Black slacks
Bbbbbbbbbbbbbbb black slacks
Bbbbbbbbbbbbbbb black slacks
Bbbbbbbbbbbbbbb black slacks
Bbbbbbbbbbbbbbb black slacks

Pegged cool daddy-o
When I put 'em on
I'm a rarin' to go
When I put 'em on
I'm a rarin' to go
When I put 'em on
I'm a rarin' to go

Black slacks
Bbbbbbbbbbbbbbb black slacks
Bbbbbbbbbbbbbbb black slacks
Bbbbbbbbbbbbbbb black slacks
Bbbbbbbbbbbbbbb black slacks
Bbbbbbbbbbbbbbb black slacks
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Letty
 
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Reply Tue 12 Jul, 2005 05:11 am
Good morning, WA2K radio.

First I would like to welcome bermbits to our studio. He is enjoying his summer break from the classroom, and is a colleague in that he is a teacher and the ginchiest of ginches. Hey, teach. Did I get that right?

After coffee, I will return and do a quick overview of all our contributions and music. Thanks, folks.
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Letty
 
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Reply Tue 12 Jul, 2005 05:48 am
First, let me say to CJ that the sunset poem was awesome. On the West coast of Florida, there is a cafe where one may sit and watch the sun go down. They take bets on what time it will sink out of sight. What a chilling and unbelievable event, listeners, and Diane characterized it perfectly.

Thanks again to dj and edgar for following the perfect theme with their music, and a special smile to our royalty in residence for the baggy pants old school tie song. Great!

Bob, (who subs for Walter on occasion), that was, as usual, revealing information about Oscar and his vast contributions to stage and the world of music.

dj, that lunatic in the grass has class, but only after eating Diane's brownies. <smile>

Angel, thank you, my dear, for the tribute to us daughters and sons of beaches.

News from the world of archaeology:



Greek island hosts three-day conference on Atlantis myth Mon Jul 11, 2:47 PM ET



ATHENS (AFP) - An international congress devoted to the myth of the lost continent of Atlantis opened on the Greek island of Milos, attended by seismologists, geologists, geographers, philosophers, historians and archaeologists from five existing continents.

"We're not trying to establish whether Atlantis existed or not, or to agree on a definite location, which would be presumptuous for a tale that has existed for over 2,500 years," Spyros Pavlidis, a professor of palaeoseismology at the Aristotelio University of Salonika, told AFP.

"Our objective is to hear all hypotheses, take stock of all reliable data, and examine the sources of inspiration," he said.

Pavlidis, one of the congress organisers, said that contributions from some speakers were rejected for being "too fantastical."

The seismology professor personally sees in the Atlantis tale told by the fourth century BC Greek philosopher Plato "an allegory on the decline of a civilisation, with the hint of a true story at its core."

But he admits that most of the participants, who include independent researchers as well as university academics, in the three-day congress "are leaning towards believing the story, and seek to find the city."

Contribution themes range from "The quest for Atlantis: the utopia of an utopia" to "Atlantis was Israel".

Plato started something, no?
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bermbits
 
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Reply Tue 12 Jul, 2005 05:55 am
Hi, Letty and All - thanks for the welcome. Edgar nailed it with Kookie (Edd Burns) of "77 Sunset Strip" (snap, snap).

Before any 'real' posts, I need to learn the ground rules, level of humor (or depth), etc.
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Raggedyaggie
 
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Reply Tue 12 Jul, 2005 05:55 am
A Good Day to all.

Before I join Letty for a cup of coffee, I'd like to thank Bob for posting Hammerstein's bio. I usually try to guess the celebrity you'll post, Bob. I guessed that one right. Rodgers and Hammerstein - what a team!

July 12 Birthdays:

1730 Josiah Wedgwood, pottery designer/manufacturer (Burslem, Staffordshire, England; died 1795)

1817 Henry David Thoreau, author/philosopher (Concord, MA; died 1862)

1864 George Washington Carver ,inventor of peanut agricultural
sciences, died 1943.

1895 Buckminster Fuller, architect/inventor/engineer (Milton, MA; died 1983)
Oscar Hammerstein II, lyricist and collaborator with Richard Rodgers (New York, NY; died 1960)

1904 Pablo Neruda (NeftalĂ­ Ricardo Reyes Basoalto) poet/diplomat (Residence on Earth-Nobel 1971) died 1973

1908 Milton Berle, comedian (New York, NY)

1909 "Curly" Joe DeRita, comedian and member of the Three Stooges (Philadelphia, PA; died 1993)

1934 Van Cliburn, pianist (Shreveport, LA)

1937 Bill Cosby, comedian/actor and writer (Philadelphia, PA)

1943 Christine McVie, singer/musician and member of Fleetwood Mac (Birmingham, England)

1948 Richard Simmons, TV personality/author/weight loss guru (New Orleans, LA)
Jay Thomas, actor (New Orleans, LA)
1951 Cheryl Ladd, actress (Huron, SD)
1957 Mel Harris, actress (Bethlehem, PA)
1971 Kristi Yamaguchi, Olympic champion figure skater (Hayward, CA)

http://www.ulm.edu/universityrelations/news/oct04/BillCosby5.jpghttp://www.funkyfridge.com/shop/images/AB-M-7537.jpg

When the producers requested that this song be eliminated from South Pacific, Hammerstein stood his ground and refused to go on with the show unless this song remained in the score.

You've got to be taught
To hate and fear,
You've got to be taught
From year to year,
It's got to be drummed
In your dear little ear
You've got to be carefully taught.

You've got to be taught to be afraid
Of people whose eyes are oddly made,
And people whose skin is a different shade,
You've got to be carefully taught.

You've got to be taught before it's too late,
Before you are six or seven or eight,
To hate all the people your relatives hate,
You've got to be carefully taught!
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Francis
 
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Reply Tue 12 Jul, 2005 06:06 am
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