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. . . . . entries for 8.11.03 . . . . .
"An old man,
Turned 98,
He won the lottery,
And died the next day,
It's a black fly,
In your Chardonnay,
It's a death row pardon,
Two minutes too late,
And isn't it ironic. . .
Don't you think. . .
It's like rain,
On your wedding day,
It's a free ride,
When you've already paid,
It's the good advice,
That you just didn't take,
And who would've thought?
It figures. . .
Mr. Play it Safe,
Was afraid to fly,
He packed his suitcase,
And kissed his kids goodbye,
He waited his whole damned life,
To take that flight,
And as the plane crashed down
He thought
'Well, isn't this nice. . .'
And isn't it ironic. . .
Don't you think. . .
Traffic jam,
When you're already late,
A no smoking sign,
On your cigarette break,
It's like ten thousand spoons,
When all you need is a knife,
It's meeting the man of my dreams,
And then meeting his beautiful wife. . ."
[] . . . ees @ 10:51:00 PM
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