Even the all-powerful Toni Franklin can't answer this one. C'mon Alvin, do you not hear our crys? Our baleful wailing because of no U.S. gigs, our mournful pratter amongst ourselves, the huddled masses, waiting for a scrap of info from on high? Can't you hear us? Won't you hear us? Will you hear us?


( Not bad for an English Lit. major in J.C. )

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Nope. I DID think you were going to say "bippy"! :-)

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"she don't know me verwey well, do she? ". ( Thanks, Bugs&Mel ).

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Most excellent pathos, Dave! (Quoth this English Teacher's Daughter.) Baleful wailing and mournful pratter?! Gadzooks and a wondrous wowza, by Great Athena's Shaken & Stirred Spear! Aye, thou'rt well nigh to Shakespearean in thy doleful drift, in all sooth, good sirrah! Or similar. :-)

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Even the all-powerful Toni Franklin can't answer this one. C'mon Alvin, do you not hear our crys? Our baleful wailing because of no U.S. gigs, our mournful pratter amongst ourselves, the huddled masses, waiting for a scrap of info from on high? Can't you hear us? Won't you hear us? Will you hear us?


( Not bad for an English Lit. major in J.C. )

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Hey Dave, could you please tell my husband about that "all powerful" part?

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Even the all-powerful Toni Franklin can't answer this one. C'mon Alvin, do you not hear our crys? Our baleful wailing because of no U.S. gigs, our mournful pratter amongst ourselves, the huddled masses, waiting for a scrap of info from on high? Can't you hear us? Won't you hear us? Will you hear us?


( Not bad for an English Lit. major in J.C. )

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Yeah, but: "Alas, poor Yorick. I knew him, Horatio." (Thanks, Shakie-- I mean, Eddie da Fearsome Vere-some-- and SO sorry everyone always misquotes these deathless lines!!)

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"she don't know me verwey well, do she? ". ( Thanks, Bugs&Mel ).

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I thought Robin William's presentation was best, ..." Alas, poor Yorick...(pretends to bowl w/skull) ......STRIKE!!!!

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Alvin...for the last three years we have been scorned, ridiculed, hunted, like animals! All we ask is for you to lift this dark, dark, cloud over us! ( except In Raalte), Dark, darker than the thoughts of a serial killer! Darker, than the place the Bay City Rollers abode. Release us, oh Master! so we may be able to have our head, and spirits, held high!

Note: This is to be done in a bad Dracula voice! Otherwise, it sound's like I lost my mind!

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