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remmers
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A Tribute to Stephen Foster
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Jul 9 03:26 UTC 1998 |
Waaaaaaaay down upon the SuWANNNNNNNNNNNee River,
Faaaaaaaar faaaaaar awaaaaaaaaaaaaay,
There's where my heaaaaaaaaart is yearning everrrrrrr,
You know the rest.
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iggy
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response 1 of 13:
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Jul 10 17:10 UTC 1998 |
dont forget his tribute to drinking coffee:
beautiful creamer, pour unto me........
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lee
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response 2 of 13:
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Jul 17 14:28 UTC 1998 |
wait...what's the rest?
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remmers
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response 3 of 13:
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Jul 18 14:43 UTC 1998 |
The rest is an interval of silence between notes.
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i
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response 4 of 13:
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Jul 18 16:08 UTC 1998 |
During which members of the audience traditionally blow their noses,
remove gum and candy from extremely "crisp" wrappers, and whisper
verses of "Xanadu" to each other.
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alfee
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response 5 of 13:
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Jul 18 22:45 UTC 1998 |
Not to mention the one in every crowd who inevitably goes out for
a round of 'to go' lattes for his whole party, then comes back
with four talls in a paper tray, spilling portions of them on
the row he jostles past as he's been gone way past intermission.
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orinoco
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response 6 of 13:
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Jul 19 02:01 UTC 1998 |
I wish people would read poetry to me during the intermission.
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remmers
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response 7 of 13:
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Jul 19 14:13 UTC 1998 |
Zat can be arranged...
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lee
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response 8 of 13:
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Jul 20 19:23 UTC 1998 |
oh dear...
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i
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response 9 of 13:
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Jul 23 23:05 UTC 1998 |
And the guy who's auditioning to play Hamlet will appreciate the extra
practice. But won't it make you feel self-conscious?
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iggy
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response 10 of 13:
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Jul 24 17:39 UTC 1998 |
ode to a toad
"oh, how i loathe the toad
crouching in his watery abode....
if he jumps on my toilet seat one more time
i'll get warts from my commode."
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i
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response 11 of 13:
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Jul 25 03:58 UTC 1998 |
I can envision far worse consequences of mistaking Hoppy the Toad's little
goldfish bowl for another household furnishing of similar appearance....
but iggy's verse is far more discreet.
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orinoco
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response 12 of 13:
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Aug 8 16:01 UTC 1998 |
I don't think it's discrete at all. I demand wider line breaks!
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jaklumen
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response 13 of 13:
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Jun 4 07:22 UTC 2002 |
Camptown Ladies sing this song,
Do-dah, do-dah.
The rocket in my pants is 5 miles long,
Oh do-dah day.
All the do-dah night,
All the do-dah day..
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