Jon Corelis wrote:
> The temperature outside my window has now reached that mystical
> figure, Nine Below Zero.
>
What can one say? The greater or the Loesser:
I really can't stay - Baby it's cold outside
I've got to go away - Baby it's cold outside
This evening has been - Been hoping that you'd drop in
So very nice - I'll hold your hands, they're just like ice
My mother will start to worry - Beautiful, what's your hurry
My father will be pacing the floor - Listen to the fireplace roar
So really I'd better scurry - Beautiful, please don't hurry
well Maybe just a half a drink more - Put some music on while I pour
KW
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Kenneth Wolman kenwolman.wordpress.com
Abuse of power comes as no surprise--Jenny Holzer
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