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When the way that the gray of the bay doesn't work,
And the render of the fender is a bender of a cork,
And you stare here and there, everywhere that you've been,
First you blink then you wink then you think "Uncle Ken"!
steve
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Steve wrote:
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> When the way that the gray of the bay doesn't work,
> And the render of the fender is a bender of a cork,
> And you stare here and there, everywhere that you've been,
> First you blink then you wink then you think "Uncle Ken"!
>
> steve
:-)
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Marc Schimmler
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Steve wrote:
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> When the way that the gray of the bay doesn't work,
> And the render of the fender is a bender of a cork,
> And you stare here and there, everywhere that you've been,
> First you blink then you wink then you think "Uncle Ken"!
>
> steve
There was an Uncle Ken from Nantucket,
Who carried his spheres in a bucket...
Thank you Steve,
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Ken Tyler
mailto://tylereng@pacbell.net
http://home.pacbell.net/tylereng/links.htm
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