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Politics : The Environmentalist Thread -- Ignore unavailable to you. Want to Upgrade?

To: average joe who wrote (9936)	2/26/2007 4:25:25 PM
From: Wharf Rat	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 36917

That's cool. My research was on CO2 and O2 humoral oscillations as a driver for exercised induced hyperpnea.

To: average joe who wrote (9936)	2/26/2007 6:24:01 PM
From: Wharf Rat	Read Replies (2) \| Respond to of 36917

California Dreaming A poem by Wharfy Ratson (and his mama and papa; both sets.) Atlas Shrugged. Socrates Toomey trembled and dropped his cup. Play Dough muttered prayers of thanks to the 17 Gods, crying, "And you can tell 'Atlantis Bye, Bye , Baby.' I've got my legacy." Aristophenes frowned, and , pointing to the sky with his middle finger, said, "This is really for the Byrds". McGuinn and McGuire still a-gettin higher, In L.A., you know where that's at. Homer glanced up from the new born babe, muttering, "So much for Trojans. Better find a way to make money." Zol, Denny and Sebastian sat (at the Night Owl) And after every number they'd pass the hat Pliny stood under the door jam, Da Dead did an cid jam. Any rand screaming from Russia, yelling in pain as she ruptured her fountainhead. "Clone me back my fountainhead, Dr. Mikey." Dr. Mikey shrugged, and zap, Anysaurus randicus, in da flesh. Atlas shrugged again. And no one's gettin' fat except Mama Cass And California dreamin' is becomin' a reality John and Mitchy were gettin' kind of itchy Just to leave the folk music behind Zol and Denny workin' for a penny Tryin' to get a fish on the line In a coffee house Sebastian sat And after every number they'd pass the hat McGuinn and McGuire just a-gettin' higher In L.A., you know where that's at And no one's gettin' fat except Mama Cass Zolly said "Denny, you know there aren't many" "Who can sing a song the way that you do, let's go south" Denny said "Zolly, golly, don't you think that I wish" "I could play guitar like you" Zol, Denny and Sebastian sat (at the Night Owl) And after every number they'd pass the hat McGuinn and McGuire still a-gettin higher In L.A., you know where that's at And no one's gettin' fat except Mama Cass When Cass was a sophomore, planned to go to Swarthmore But she changed her mind one day Standin' on the turnpike, thumb out to hitchhike "Take me to New York right away" When Denny met Cass he gave her love bumps Called John and Zol and that was the Mugwumps McGuinn and McGuire couldn't get no higher But that's what they were aimin' at And no one's gettin' fat except Mama Cass Mugwumps, high jumps, low slumps, big bumps Don't you work as hard as you play Make up, break up, everything is shake up Guess it had to be that way Sebastian and Zol formed the Spoonful Michelle, John, and Denny gettin' very tuneful McGuinn and McGuire just a-catchin' fire In L.A., you know where that's at And everybody's gettin' fat except Mama Cass Di-di-di-dit dit dit di-di-di-dit, who-o-oa ------ flute ------ Broke, busted, disgusted, agents can't be trusted And Mitchy wants to go to the sea Cass can't make it, she says we'll have to fake it We knew she'd come eventually Greasin' on American Express cards It's low rent, but keeping out the heat's hard Duffy's good vibrations and our imaginations Can't go on indefinitely And California dreamin' is becomin' a reality Thank you, thank you very much. Elvis has left the building.