Bravo! Wonderful renditions of a couple of classics.

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On Dec 24, 2009, at 9:33 PM, joel walker <uncajoel@BELLSOUTH.NET> wrote:

> hokay, it's official Friday somewhere along the eastern coast of Nawth
> 'Merica, so here it comes
>
> Special Christmas/Holiday selections ... (all old, i fear. no visit
> from The Muses this year)
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> Stopping by a Bus on a Snowy Evening
>   by Robert Frostbitten
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> Whose bus this is I think I know.
> His home is 'cross the river though;
> He will not mind me stopping here
> To watch his bus be topped with snow.
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> My little bus must think it queer
> To stop each time we get so near
> To other buses that we see
> Parked at the malls or stores, like here.
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> Its little engine idles rough
> To ask if I have had enough.
> The only other sound I hear
> Is wiper blades on snowy fluff.
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> His bus is lovely, clean and bright,
> A pleasing note of all that's right.
> But I have traffic still to fight,
> And miles to go this winter's night.
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> Send in the Plows
> (author unknown)
> sung to the "Send in the Clowns)
>
> Isn't it white? Isn't it flat?
> The street is somewhere over there, beneath all of that ...
> Send in the plows.
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> Don't we get weird, cooped up all day?
> Regress 'til we're Calvin and Hobbes! Go out and play!
> But where are the plows!
> Send in the plows.
>
> Just when I'd dug to the cars,
> Finally brushing them off to see which one was ours,
> Tried the ignition again, even got it to run,
> Another foot fell.
> Back to square one.
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> I don't mean to bitch, or be unkind.
> But cross-country skiers on freeways are out of their minds!
> Call for the plows. How can they plow
> A street they can't find?
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> Isn't it white? Isn't it bleak?
> Home on the modem today, one more net-geek.
> And where are the plows? There ought to be plows.
> Well ... maybe next week.
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> Merry Merry, and Happy Happy!
> unca joel :)