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To: Rainy_Day_Woman who wrote (9385)	5/9/2002 2:15:00 PM
From: mr.mark	Read Replies (2) \| Respond to of 13020

scarecrow on a wooden cross blackbird in the barn four hundred empty acres that used to be my farm i grew up like my daddy did my grandpa cleared this land when i was five i walked the fence while grandpa held my hand rain on the scarecrow blood on the plow this land fed a nation this land made me proud and son i'm just sorry there's no legacy for you now rain on the scarecrow blood on the plow rain on the scarecrow blood on the plow the crops we grew last summer weren't enough to pay the loans couldn't buy the seed to plant this spring and the farmers bank foreclosed called my old friend schepman up to auction off the land he said john it's just my job and i hope you understand hey calling it your job ol' hoss sure don't make it right but if you want me to i'll say a prayer for your soul tonight and grandma's on the front porch swing with a bible in her hand sometimes i hear her singing "take me to the promised land" when you take away a man's dignity he can't work his fields and cows there'll be blood on the scarecrow blood on the plow blood on the scarecrow blood on the plow well there's ninety-seven crosses planted in the courthouse yard ninety-seven families who lost ninety-seven farms i think about my grandpa and my neighbors and my name and some nights i feel like dying like that scarecrow in the rain rain on the scarecrow blood on the plow this land fed a nation this land made me proud and son i'm just sorry they're just memories for you now rain on the scarecrow blood on the plow rain on the scarecrow blood on the plow - john mellencamp and george green

To: Rainy_Day_Woman who wrote (9385)	6/4/2002 8:32:15 PM
From: X Y Zebra	Read Replies (2) \| Respond to of 13020

In honor of the stock market of these days.... Send In The Clowns Isn't it rich, are we a pair? Me here at last on the ground, you in mid air! Send in the clowns! Isn't it bliss, don't you approve? One who keeps tearing around, one who can't move! Where are the clowns? Send in the clowns! Just when I stopped, opening doors finally knowin' the one that I wanted was yours, making my entrance again, with my usual flair sure of my lines, but no one is there! Don't you love farce? My fault I fear! I thought that you'd want what I want I'm sorry my dear! Quick, send in the clowns . . . Don't bother . . . they're here! Isn't it rich, isn't it queer? Losing my timing this late in my career! Where are the clowns? There's gotta be clowns! Maybe next year. . . . maybe next year! ~ from the 1973 Stage musical "A Little Night Music" Words and Music by Stephen Sondheim, 1973 courtesy of..... Message 17557123 who gave me the idea.... home.istar.ca npr.org