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To: elpolvo who wrote (2806)	2/6/2000 9:45:00 AM
From: Poet	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 35685

Polvie, That's one of my favorite Lovett tunes. What a sweet voice he has.

To: elpolvo who wrote (2806)	2/6/2000 11:40:00 AM
From: Voltaire	Read Replies (4) \| Respond to of 35685

Well elpolvo, I woke this morning feeling little bit like this and thinking back to my walks on a deserted city street back home with my dad on Sunday morning after his drinking in a bar all night-- Sunday Morning Coming Down Well I woke up Sunday morning with no way to hold my head that didn't hurt and the beer I had for breakfast wasn't bad so I had one more for desert, then I fumbled in my closet through my clothes and found my cleanest dirty shirt, then I washed my face and combed my hair and stumbled down the stairs to meet the day, I smoked my mind the night before with cigarettes and songs I'd been picking, but I lit my first and watch the small kid playing with the a can that he was kicking, then I walked across the street and caught the smell of someone frying chicken and lord it took me back to something that I lost somehow somewhere along the way, On a Sunday morning sidewalk, I'm wishing lord that I was stoned, cause there's something in a Sunday, that makes a body feel alone, and there's nothing short of dying, quite as lonesome as this sound, of the sleeping city sidewalk and Sunday morning coming down. In the park I saw a daddy, with a laughing little girl that he was swinging and I stood beside a Sunday school and listen to the songs that they were singing. then I headed down the street and far away a a lonesome bell was ringing and it echoed in the canyon, like a disappearing dream of yesterday. On a Sunday morning sidewalk, lord I'm wishing I was stoned, cause there's something in a Sunday, that makes a body feel alone, and there's nothing short of dying, half as lonely as this sound, of the sleeping city sidewalk and Sunday morning coming down. BTW - The date last night went well after solving the usual disparities in agendas. She wanted to go to church and I naturally wanted to go to bed, so we compromised - We prayed on the couch. Selah, Voltaire