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To: SIer formerly known as Joe B. who wrote (26366)	6/20/2001 1:50:49 PM
From: JakeStraw	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 49843

I just turned 43 a week and a 1/2 ago...What a (semi) long strange trip it's been! :^)

To: SIer formerly known as Joe B. who wrote (26366)	6/20/2001 11:44:21 PM
From: Estimated Prophet	Read Replies (2) \| Respond to of 49843

Da#n! I thought you were older than me but not even close! I turned 40 six months ago. I wasn't even into the dead until almost 1981. Thought nothing about them at all until my best friend's girlfriend started playing the two disc greatest hits album while I lived with her for a while in the summer of '80. St. Stephen is the song that got me started as a deadhead. Boy did she give good back rubs!!!!!!!!!!! But that is another story.....[I hope my wife never reads this.] Saint Stephen with a rose In and out of the garden he goes Country garland in the wind and the rain Wherever he goes the people all complain Stephen prosper in his time Well he may and he may decline Did it matter? does it now? Stephen would answer if he only knew how Wishing well with a golden bell Bucket hanging clear to hell Hell halfway twixt now and then Stephen fill it up and lower down And lower down again Lady finger dipped in moonlight Writing `what for?' across the morning sky Sunlight splatters dawn with answers Darkness shrugs and bids the day goodbye Speeding arrow, sharp and narrow, What a lot of fleeting matters you have spurned Several seasons with their treasons Wrap the babe in scarlet covers call it your own Did he doubt or did he try? Answers aplenty in the bye and bye Talk about your plenty, talk about your ills One man gathers what another man spills Saint Stephen will remain All he's lost he shall regain Seashore washed by the suds and the foam Been here so long he's got to calling it home Fortune comes a crawlin, Calliope woman Spinning that curious sense of your own Can you answer? Yes I can, but what would be the answer to the answer man?