Date:         Fri, 25 Dec 2009 06:58:46 -0500
Reply-To:     Doug <vanagons@COX.NET>
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From:         Doug <vanagons@COX.NET>
Subject:      Re: Phraidaye Phollieez - Merry Something or Other
Comments: To: joel walker <uncajoel@BELLSOUTH.NET>
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Thank You unca joel!
Your posts are always interesting, thought-provoking.
Keep 'em comin'! ;-)

joel walker wrote:
> hokay, it's official Friday somewhere along the eastern coast of Nawth
> 'Merica, so here it comes
>
> Special Christmas/Holiday selections ... (all old, i fear. no visit
> from The Muses this year)
> ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
>
>
>
>  Stopping by a Bus on a Snowy Evening
>    by Robert Frostbitten
>
>  Whose bus this is I think I know.
>  His home is 'cross the river though;
>  He will not mind me stopping here
>  To watch his bus be topped with snow.
>
>  My little bus must think it queer
>  To stop each time we get so near
>  To other buses that we see
>  Parked at the malls or stores, like here.
>
>  Its little engine idles rough
>  To ask if I have had enough.
>  The only other sound I hear
>  Is wiper blades on snowy fluff.
>
>  His bus is lovely, clean and bright,
>  A pleasing note of all that's right.
>  But I have traffic still to fight,
>  And miles to go this winter's night.
>
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>
>
>  Send in the Plows
>  (author unknown)
>  sung to the "Send in the Clowns)
>
>  Isn't it white? Isn't it flat?
>  The street is somewhere over there, beneath all of that ...
>  Send in the plows.
>
>  Don't we get weird, cooped up all day?
>  Regress 'til we're Calvin and Hobbes! Go out and play!
>  But where are the plows!
>  Send in the plows.
>
>  Just when I'd dug to the cars,
>  Finally brushing them off to see which one was ours,
>  Tried the ignition again, even got it to run,
>  Another foot fell.
>  Back to square one.
>
>  I don't mean to bitch, or be unkind.
>  But cross-country skiers on freeways are out of their minds!
>  Call for the plows. How can they plow
>  A street they can't find?
>
>  Isn't it white? Isn't it bleak?
>  Home on the modem today, one more net-geek.
>  And where are the plows? There ought to be plows.
>  Well ... maybe next week.
>
>
>
> Merry Merry, and Happy Happy!
> unca joel :)
>