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Sorry, I Just Couldn't Resist...


It won't be easy, you'll think it strange
When I try to explain where I was
and I still need more time to come up with a lie

You won't believe it
All you will think is I had an affair
and so I should just tell the truth
Although it is making me cry

I had to see Maria, I had to go
Couldn't stay one more day with my wife
Putting up with her anger, getting nothing but glares

So I chose freedom
Running around, flying secretly too
Neglecting my family and state
To go be with someone who cares


Chorus:

Don't cry for me Appalachia
The truth is I never hiked you
I skipped the wildflowers
Forgot the backpack
I brought my passport
And several condoms

Don't cry for me Appalachia...


(breaks off, in tears)

Have I said too much?
There's nothing more I can think of to say to you
But all you have to do is look at me to know
That every word is true





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Wonderful. I wonder if Argentina is also crying.

I have been corresponding with Belle on this subject. Be sure to ask her about it.

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Will do. Thanks.

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(thunk)

toooooooooo funneeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!

=D

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Thanks, Cheekhen!! =D

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Chat room link, for anyone interested in joining us there tonight....

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Bless your heart, LisB.

It makes me (almost) want to go out and get a fake spray-on tan and tooth veneers.

I am touched.

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LOL! Hey, if you want a fake tan, take some of my orange avatar...

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OK, My specialty is stuff like this, and you have SOOOOOOOO nailed it!

I love it!

You win!

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What do I win, what do I win???

I'm partial to hats. Or, um, scented candles. But I prefer hats.

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You really ran with the ball ...

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What, like I would do anything less?

*wink*

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Well, it's not Argentina's fault that yet another uber repressed high power so-called "christian" has been lead astray by his penis. And what a relief he wasn't roaming the Appalachian Trail in rut!

Gads, I wouldn't even care except for the blasted hypocrisy of it all.

Nice poem LisB!

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nice hit Lis. As we used to say playing baseball, "way to get some wood on the ball!!"

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What a hoot! Highly rec'd.

How about Ensign? You know, the my affair with my employee's wife, who turned employee, who lives across the street with children that play with mine and now wants to rape me by money bluesy type of thing?

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Lis - loved your "song". Well done and such a topic you chose. it just fits the tune and I sang my way along. Sorry for the lateness of my comment but yesterday was one of those days.

Love ya as always, Mumzy

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You got me weepin' here, Lis.

*WEEPIN'* I'M TELLIN' YA!

{*to self* Pull your self together, Overreach!!}

Sniff....

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Don't cry for me, Overreach This....

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Ooooh, that was too easy, huh?!! ;)

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Brilliant! lol

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I think you've missed your calling, LisB. Satire and song it is.

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One person's folly inevitably turns into someone else's inspiration.

There is just no figuring the Ying and Yang of life. The more we try to figure out or explain it, the more confused we become.

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There she is, my little one, So quick to be hurt, so quick to grin, Timid, afraid, holding out her hand, Yet many a heart she will always win. Playing, reading, talking to her dolls, Then time for cuddling, time for a kiss. She whispers, “I love you” in my ear, There she goes, my sweet little miss. Blond hair tied up in pert little bows, Skin so soft and smooth like a dove. One minute a tear, next a smile, That’s my child, my littlest love. - Mum

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