You poor dear guy with fishy eyes,
The kind of man my mother would despise,
I'd love to end your hopeless sorrow
And make you well -
For you there's only today,
And, sure as hell, there'll be no tomorrow.

John Thorkild Ellison

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Greenwolfe 1962 (2/23/2008 12:00:00 PM)
Whether re-edited or not. It didn't hurt it any.

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C. Audette (10/19/2007 9:56:00 AM)
Is this a re-edit? I'd swear I'd seen it before. Or maybe I've been drinking too much and am seeing double.... Fun one. -chuck

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