[3045] in Central_America
New quotes for Sun Dec 30
daemon@ATHENA.MIT.EDU (Initializer.SysDaemon)
Sun Dec 30 01:28:19 1990
Date: Sun, 30 Dec 90 01:27:54 EST
From: root@charon.MIT.EDU (Initializer.SysDaemon)
To: ca-mtg@bloom-beacon.mit.edu
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ambar (Jean Marie Diaz):
"Sweet temptation, never gonna get enough--"
"Big Blue '82"
_Blast The Human Flower_
Danielle Dax
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higgy (James Higginbotham):
I will be away from Sunday 12/30 until Tuesday 1/8, and then away
again from 1/9 to 1/14. I'll check messages on 1/8, and again on 1/15.
Any urgent messages can be left with Nancy at our home number
617-225-6206. Enjoy the new year!
--Jim
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sethg (Seth A. Gordon):
The first day after Christmas,
my true love and I had a fight.
And so I chopped
the pear tree down
and burned it just for spite.
Then with a single ca-a-a-artridge
I shot
(pop!)
that blasted pa-a-a-artridge
my true love,
my true love,
my true love gave to me.
The second day after Christmas,
I put on the old rubber gloves
and very gently
wrung the necks
of both those turtle doves
my true love,
my true love,
my true love gave to me.
The third day after Christmas,
my mother caught the croup.
(cough-cough-cough)
I had to use
the three French hens
to make some chicken soup.
The four calling birds were a big mistake
as their language was obscene;
the five golden rings were completely fake
and they turned my fingers green.
The sixth day after Christmas,
the six laying geese wouldn't lay.
I gave the whole darn gaggle to
the ASPCA.
On the seventh day,
what a mess I found:
all seven of the swimming
swans had drowned!
(gurgle-gurgle-gurgle)
My true love,
my true love,
my true love gave to me.
The eighth day after Christmas,
before they could suspect,
I rounded up the
eight maids a-milking
nine pipers piping
ten lords a-leaping
eleven dancers dancing
twelve drummers drumming
(Well, actually I left one of those drummers drumming)
(rat-a-tat-tat)
and sent them back collect!
I wrote my true love,
we are through, love,
and I said in so many words:
Furthermore, your Christmas gifts are for
the
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I
R four calling birds
D three French hens
S two turtle doves
AND A PARTRIDGE IN A PEAR TREE.
(Does anyone have the lyrics to "Grandpa Got Run Over By A Reindeer?")
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therese (Suntioinen Therese M.):
If we seek solace in the prisons of the distant past
Security in human systems we're told will always always last
Emotions are the sail and blind faith is the mast
Without the breath of real freedom we're getting no where fast
If God is dead and an actor plays his part
his words of fear will find their way to a place in your heart
Without the voice of reason every faith is its own curse
Without freedom from the past things can only get worse
..History will teach us nothing
- Sting
Nothing Like the Sun
--- End of Central America ---
