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Posted on 01/31/2004 9:52:08 AM PST by ecurbh
You have invited several southerners ya know. hehehe...
Dedicating the following to Wneighbor and her 'puter ...
Ain't That Peculiar?
By William Robinson
(a.k.a. "Smokey" Robinson)
Honey, you do me wrong but still I'm crazy 'bout you.
Stay away for long and I can't do without you.
Every chance you get, you seem to hurt me more and more.
But each hurt just makes my love stronger than before.
I know flowers grow from rain,
But how can love grow from pain?
Ain't that peculiar?
A peculiarity!
Ain't that peculiar, baby?
Peculiar as can be ...!
You tell me lies that should be obvious to me.
I've been so much in love with you, baby, 'til I don't want to see
That the things you do and say are designed to make me blue.
It's a dog-gone shame my love for you makes all your lies seem true.
If the truth makes love last longer,
Why do lies make my love stronger?
Ain't that peculiar, baby?
Peculiar as can be!
Ain't that peculiar, baby?
Peculiar as can be ...!
I cried so much, just like a child that's lost his toy.
Maybe, baby, you think these tears I cry are tears of joy?
A child can cry so much until you do everything they say.
But, unlike a child, my tears don't help me to get my way.
I know love can last for years,
But how can love last through tears?
Ain't that peculiar?
A peculiarity!
Ain't it peculiar, baby?
Peculiar as can be ...!
And he was teasin' you for putting expensive booze in Coke! :-)
At least you didn't apply it to critter infestations!
They spent a miserable day in this lonely and unpleasant country. Their camping-place was damp, cold, and uncomfortable; and the biting insects would not let them sleep. There were also abominable creatures haunting the reeds and tussocks that from the sound of them were evil relatives of the cricket. There were thousands of them, and they squeaked all round, neek-breek, breek-neek, unceasingly all the night, until the hobbits were nearly frantic.The next day, the fourth, was little better, and the night almost as comfortless. Though the Neekerbreekers (as Sam called them) had been left behind, the midges still pursued them.
The Fellowship of the Ring, Chapter 11, "A Knife in the Dark"
'Zat from the show? I've actually never seen it.
This line appears in my notebook, for some reason.
Bigger targets! That's not a bad thing.
I got Ruthy on the phone. :-)
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