I almost knew the lyrics of Rocky Racoon - not by personal choice but those
force fed radio waves.
..."In the territory on West, there's just one way to handle the killers and
the spoilers, and that's with a U.S. Marshal and the smell of gunsmoke!"...
..."A little's a little, and a lot's a lot, there ain't no little lot, or
lot of little, don't you see? Now you want that beer or don't you?"...
Festus
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>>Maybe we pilgrims should belly up to the bar... anyone seen Miss Kitty ?
>
>No, but Doc's over there digging a bullet out of a guy laying on a table.
>Rocky Raccoon, anyone?
>
>Ken
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>Kenneth Wolman
>Proposal Development Department
>Room SW334
>Sarnoff Corporation
>609-734-2538
> Was he free? Was he happy? The question is absurd:
> Had anything been wrong, we should certainly have heard.
> W.H. Auden
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