I'll try harder. I agree. Often a prof, a Paul, a seeming 'nobody' but a powerful boast of 'dynamism'

from a real-Somebody...Pow. Thanks. A good smack. A good kiss.

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A thought is expressed by someone that pierces to open a whole new perspective. I often get tongue-tied and wait for a second or a day, or a full week to process. I go to a Mennonite's farm to watch a cow chew bubble gum. Pop-goes-a bushier tale weasel?

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Today I'll wonder what bad jokes the vicious crusading horned hatted Huns told at the

saloon pubs on the days like today?

As we pass the 21st century away wondering,

Who put the sand in the Vaseline can of the professor?

What sorts of a GOP person would do something so mean?

If I had a request, it would be to grease the C.H. seats.

I hope the President insist that everyone snore like ole Bill.

If there is '1' or '1,001' standing ovations tonight, I'll scram!

Scream!

O, eat ice cream with a baby bib?

O, drink LB-Johnson brand baby oil?

Stay outta jail. Clinton sleeps in peace?

Maybe tonight I'll be in the gallery to sing next to dizzy YKW while every concerned citizen is singing in Unison their aspirations and Hopes.

O, wiggly woo, wigwam-wee, and we must all can sing the looney tune lyrics and act sober minded too? Well, maybe it's good we speak behind the Dell window screen for a guardian protection.

*To gardner people

O, a farmer in the dell, hi-0h-hi-dear yow, oh, some take a wife, a wise one loves 'um all, but yaks, aka, hack, de' trolls, O, eieio! i no iq today, so I sing~

O, 'Happy Monday To All' of...

O, Yoooooou'...heh, heh, heh. huh. yow silly? yes. and a gop?

O, a clod hopper green grasshopper? O, go ask silly kovie.

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O, ah, heh, heh, what's up doc.

What a thunderclap moo cow flop!

If the computer days were not here,

We People could beg for a window screen,

We People would be pelted with rotten trash!

I see you in my mind-eye leaning up against the refrigerator door.

Cocktailhag has pink hair curlers, and is rattling ice cubes in a wide mouth glass, a lime, a cherry, and a olive dangles on the lip.

Don't misunderstand me...She lives on the 13th floor. If she staggers to a balcony to DUI walk what will guest think? She may just shock us all by smoking a rum-sweet-crook cigar, or puff a Pall Mall or Camel smoke? My thanks to many inspirations here. For Cocktailhag? smack.

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*The Oster Oven and Toaster.

She can get lit and light either end.

In the rolling oven artsier roasted:

squirrel, duck, chicken, groundhog pig,

whirls round and round while she sings.

The arrow is the turning rolling spit.

The axis of the world, if we think a bit.

Now, finally we can get up from the cold slab stone floor. W.T. says, "Stiffen the legs and wobble out the door to bed!" William leads us all in a promenade...danse macabre...He will not bail us out of jail?

W.T. calls a hack. He tosses the illegal cab driver 40 francs.

W.T. demands the candles be blown out immediately.

In the gutter we go because we follow William Tubman?

W.T. will get us all cleaned up. We get cursed by Glenn tomorrow if W.T. squeals on us at the UT pajama party.

I tossed a copper penny into a tin coffer. I'm still wondering why? It could have been spent on some good port. I get generous with those money hungry wheeler dealer schemers Corps...

Yea.

ping.

cursed souls.

pathetic creeps.

Maybe I'm just cranky.

The goats/lambs/tares/wheat?

I was knocked out and enjoyed a dead-man's nap. I hope I'm not butting in but, YKW has a wild humpbacked beast camel. It moves via DC streets like a runaway chugging train.

I only met YKW one day there and had to hold back the reins.

The horses with the 'copsontop' were frothing. The cops kept looping back and forth while she would wave with blueberry wine in a soggy cup. I was afraid I'd be arrested again.

In Ohio one night in her company what wonderful hospitality I did experience! Her husband is anything but a night of terror. How he puts up with her only a strong man knows.

They both open wide their hearts, pantry, and giggle with you until ya's need to request some absorbent panties. She dances at the table, feeds ya's heartily, and when ya's leave for home ya's wiser. Ya's wish you thought ahead to bring a big hullo-hoop as a gift.

Pedinska can hoot, holler, yodel, and sit with kovie at the State of the Union" debacle. I just informing you if she has a

pony she has to tell you.

She is a petite human camel.

Why are we all still up?

The dance was a fantasy.

You hug nice. You stomp!

You tease those you love.

Borrow Tideswimers's nose plugs? While entering the voters booth, read 'Dr. Strangelove'...in Hebrew or Greek? Pig Latin? Maybe Dadaism. Taoism. Confucius. The nation does need help. State of the Union? Buffoonish.

The Salon comics are almost similar,

to reading those old Torah scrolls?

If we can all attend tomorrow night's State of the Union speech and sit in the peanut gallery it would be a riot of fun.

I say a contest can be judged by kovie. He can be the honest judge and help with a step toward democracy.

He can determine whoever can make the loudest armpit noise making-sound ~ wins a box of cranker-jacks with a prize in the box.

I'm gonna practice that armpit sound now.

Bucky1?

Sherry?

You are civil.

We can be silly.