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To: Voltaire who wrote (2844)	2/6/2000 2:04:00 PM
From: Sully-	Respond to of 35685

Voltaire, Here's one that fit's the bill for you & Jim Willie to ponder when your detractors are pointing fingers & name calling.......... Only Solitaire Brain storming habit-forming battle warning weary winsome actor spewing spineless, chilling lines- the critics falling over to tell themselves he's boring & really not an awful lot of fun. Well who the hell can he be when he's never had VD, & he doesn't even sit on toilet seats? Court-jesting, never-resting - he must be very cunning to assume an air of dignity & bless us all with his oratory prowess, his lame brained antics & his jumping in the air. And every night his act's the same & so it must be all a game of chess he's playing - >>But you're wrong Steve; you see, it's only solitaire.<< Of course, it's another Jethro Tull ditty - From Warchild Ok, just one more from JT....... When I was young & they packed me off to school & they taught me how not to play the game, I didn't mind if they groomed me for success, or if they said that I was just a fool. So, I left there in the morning with their God underneath my arm - their half-assed smiles & their book of rules. And I asked this God a question & by way of firm reply, He said - I'm not the kind you have to wind up on Sunday's. So to my old headmaster (& to anyone who cares) before I'm through I'd like to say my prayers - I don't believe you; you had the whole damned thing all wrong - He's not the kind you have to wind up on Sunday's. Well you can excommunicate me on my way to Sunday school & have all the bishops harmonize these lines - How to dare to tell me that I'm my Father's son - when that was just an accident of Birth. I'd rather look around me - compose a better song 'cos that's the honest measure of my worth. In your pomp & all your glory you're a poorer man than me, as you lick the boots of death born out of fear. I don't believe you; you had the whole damned thing all wrong - He's not the kind you have to wind up on Sunday's. JT - from the Aqualung album w2