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Post by lbak on Jan 15, 2013 11:15:47 GMT -5
In the town where I was born Lived a man who sailed to sea And he told us of his life In the land of submarines
So we sailed on to the sun Till we found a sea of green And we lived beneath the waves In our yellow submarineAnd our friends are all aboard Many more of them live next door And the band begins to play
We all live in a yellow submarine Yellow submarine, yellow submarine We all live in a yellow submarine Yellow submarine, yellow submarineAs we live a life of ease Every one of us has all we need (One of us, has all we need) Sky of blue and sea of green (Sky of blue, sea of green) In our yellow submarine
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Post by lbak on Jan 17, 2013 2:28:46 GMT -5
Down the Rabbit-Hole"So Alice was considering in her own mind (as well as she could, for the hot day made her feel very sleepy and stupid), whether the pleasure of making a daisy-chain would be worth the trouble of getting up and picking the daisies, when suddenly a White Rabbit with pink eyes ran close by her. There was nothing so very remarkable in that; nor did Alice think it so very much out of the way to hear the Rabbit say to itself, `Oh dear! Oh dear! I shall be late!' (when she thought it over afterwards, it occurred to her that she ought to have wondered at this, but at the time it all seemed quite natural); but when the Rabbit actually took a watch out of its waistcoat-pocket, and looked at it, and then hurried on, Alice started to her feet, for it flashed across her mind that she had never before seen a rabbit with either a waistcoat-pocket, or a watch to take out of it, and burning with curiosity, she ran across the field after it, and fortunately was just in time to see it pop down a large rabbit-hole under the hedge. In another moment down went Alice after it, never once considering how in the world she was to get out again.... "
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Post by lbak on Jan 18, 2013 3:48:48 GMT -5
All our friends are all aboard....
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