Mon, 03 Mar 2003

Did I wake you?

Dude, it's called a comb -- look into it.

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I get up each morning, gather my wits.
Pick up the paper, read the obits.
If I’m not there I know I’m not dead.
So I eat a good breakfast and go back to bed.

Oh, how do I know my youth is all spent?
My get-up-and-go has got-up-and-went.
But in spite of it all, I’m able to grin,
And think of the places my get-up has been.
— Pete Seeger