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I dig limo man and was relieved that his cigars
were not rubber. Thank you for such a fine tale.
I feel like I've already been somewhere and yet
it is still early morning. I wish I could go out
in the snow or maybe spend some serious hangtime
with Pat or even get to see the many Mothers. The
story has me thinking about what's in my bones.



Nada Weisman

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Who's absolutely not ready for a big Singalong Sunday Night?



Auld Fyre Syne



Should auld recordin's be forgot
And naer be burned in mind
Should auld recordin's be forgot?
Nary those e' auld Fyre Syne.



chorus:
For auld Fyre Syne, my dear,
For auld Fyre Syne,
We'll tak' a cup o' baer whez yet
For auld Fyre Syne.



And surely you'll be your whez stowp
And surely I'll be mine,
And we'll drink a richt guid whezzy waught
For auld Fyre Syne.



[chorus]



We twa hae run aboot the braes
And pu'd on the gol'en hind,
But we've wandered mudhaed a fit'
Since auld Fyre Syne.



[chorus]



We twa hae felt et weir'dly coul
Frae morning sun till dine
But seas a'tween us nic'd daen jar
Since auld Fyre Syne



[chorus]



And here's a hand hi'de o'gump
And gie's a hand o' thine
And we'll tak' a cup o' nart ensane
For auld Fyre Syne.



[chorus]



Words and music: Robot Burnsoil

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"Gerald Ford, James Brown???James Brown, Gerald Ford."May no one trip over their good foot.




Stan Peter,
Longtime Greeter at the Squirrelly Gates Waiting Room and Lounge

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Word is out- " —Ä Â- «·’›Õ???—Ä Â-???,"which roughly translates: "Anybody got any string?"Goodness, isn't the world of people strange?



Al J. Zebra

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Now what's this I hear about people feeling down
in their mouth and giving up? Well I'm not having any
of it! So reach over, grab the other guy, or person,
by the top of his, or their, socks and pull???up! Then
pick out that old-time gospel song and sin! Er, sing!
Sing out loud and strong??? now don't you feel like you're
better? I know I do. Must be time for more of that New
Year's coffee! I love you, person.



Peace on as much Earth as we can muster.



Running on,
MT

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strolling man scolded
crows depart against their will
the rusty dumpster




my haiku wants to
kick the ass of Robert Frost
we agree it can not




disappointment is
taking death seriously
after all I've said



Igor Coots

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there's no leisure pressure
even bone bends
set your drip ends
and a ripped quilt
is good to
wrap your pipes, baby
wrap your pipes.



Nada Leastbit-Fluckered

You have talents common to many humans
And better than some
I describe you to other species
Like border collies and crocodiles
When the subject comes up

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MY GOD'S A BODY GOD 



my god's a body god 
he's everywhere I go 
my god's a body god 
it's something that I know 
my god's a body god 
he's with me when I dance 
he's dancing with me 
I can feel him in my pants 
my god's a body god 
we feel good when I groove 
my god's a body god 
he makes my bowels to move 
my god's a body god 
we like adrenalin 
my god's a body god 
he's dizzy when I spin 



my god's a body god 
he does a body good 
my god's a body god 
he granteth me my wood 
my god's a body god 
he helps me when I sing 
my god's a body god 
he makes my ears to ring 
my god's a body god 
he gives me appetite 
my god's a body god 
he's really out of sight 
my god's a body god 
he's everywhere I go 
my god's a body god 
it's something that I know 

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Thank you. Praise is heady, especially from respected quarters.
And it's an honor to have someone take the time to read something-
we all know that life is fleeting and you only get to do just so
many things. God bless the short little poem. I've been reading poetry
by Billy Collins lately (distinctly not a serious poet name and, ok, I am
not on the cutting edge of poetry) and I think he writes some great stuff.



I was just thinking that when I write something, I always hope that a reader
gets what I mean. I'm less excited about people having meaningful experiences
that I didn't intend but I suppose it is just bound to happen at times, damn
them to hell. When someone gets something, it just might represent the joy of
being known, in this life, on this Earth. Maybe I should try to form rigidly
structured discussion groups, so as to clear up any possible misunderstandings.
Or apology is good- I just love to apologize. As you have probably already
determined, any amount of restrained encouragement will be more than ample for
me.



Andy Meanzit

Still hanging me up, though, is a Beck lyric I heard for the first time this month: "If the soul is a symptom / The condition is you". Whoa, stop the merry-go-round.

I have spent the last 26 years or so trying to prove to everyone around me that I get the joke.

I start that particular stopwatch in third grade, when we had an assistant teacher try to teach us nouns (we already knew what nouns were) and she tried a psych-out by saying "Is doooooog a noun?", raising her pitch on the word "dog". I said "Ah, you tried to psych us out by raising the pitch of your voice." But she had already moved on.

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See???that is exactly why I worry! It is actually about my feelings 
about being denied access to participation in the Angolan soap shortage.
The whole meaning resides in that sublet distinction. And I am saying sublet
with a rising tone of voice that is also quite nasal.



Deviate "Ted" Septum

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Whoa, RGM, that one was a real trip and a beauty. At least with Descartes before
the horse, his shoes stay clean. I also enjoyed looking at all of the robynbuntin
perspectives on the frog, except the scrollbottom moneyshot, which seemed to be
just a bit too personal, even if the frog is a weird-o. Being base, I wondered
what phallusmouth life would be like and if it would equal tonguepants. The
whole thing is blowing my mind like a breeze straight outta Odessa.



Froggy, Froggy,
Give me your answer do!
I'm half crazy,
All for the love of you!
Some call it a freakish marriage,
But I admire your carriage
Iíll watch my seat, as frogís got teeth
On our bicycle built from glue.



Herb P. Tologistofit