To: Monkey Face
There are strange things done in the midnight sun
By the men who moil for gold;
The Arctic trails have their secret tales
That would make your blood run cold;
The Northern Lights have seen queer sights,
But the queerest they ever did see
Was that night on the marge of Lake Lebarge
I cremated Sam McGee.
611 posted on
03/08/2008 7:17:06 AM PST by
fanfan
("We don't start fights my friends, but we finish them, and never leave until our work is done."PMSH)
To: fanfan
OOOHyah!
One of my favorites!
Morning, Sis!
612 posted on
03/08/2008 7:18:13 AM PST by
Monkey Face
(A good laugh and a long sleep are the two best cures.)
To: fanfan; Monkey Face
It’s a kindness, ‘Face.
She’s offering to see to it that you do get warm again.
614 posted on
03/08/2008 7:19:53 AM PST by
NicknamedBob
(Tired of the hype about Hope? ... Just wait. When Obama is elected, all "hope" will be gone.)
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