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To: barbara sperino who wrote (13353)	9/9/1998 1:05:00 PM
From: ISOMAN	Respond to of 43774

9:32:49 8 35000 0.021 correc Guess some of the servers didn't pick up on this 3.5 mill correction

To: barbara sperino who wrote (13353)	9/9/1998 1:29:00 PM
From: ISOMAN	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 43774

Off topic. I was thinking about the polarization on the thread, and suddenly I jumped into song, so I thought I would share the song with you. (Think 1950's ) Why Do I Bother? Why do I bother with what I do? Does it benefit me? Does it benefit you? It seems to make no difference in life, Just causes a lot of pain, stress, and strife. So I turn to my rhyming schemes, In hopes I would find a means. My musical world is a portal of escape. But only temporary I'm afraid. From those who want a fight, And argue about who's wrong or right. Bringing all their problems to me. I don't know why they can't see. That there are only so many shots I can take. Though I seldom reach it, there is a point at which I break. I suppose I extend myself too much. And then it happens, I let someone down. So I go and catch some good music and a drink. In one bar or another downtown I think. It pacifies me to a point I suppose, And makes me regretful of the path I chose. To give up what I once could do on those strings, To pursue a path of more worldly things. The strings sang intense, true, and loud, Even more so in a families eyes so proud. Now the so called "leader" of another crowd, And damn near academic failure to boot. Give me my paper and let me leave. And let me do what I am good at I believe. Maybe in another place the situation will change. In this place I have grown from inside out. There is nothing wrong with that no doubt. So I sit here writing which is not so strange, But it seems easer to vent in verse. So I take my rusty talent and my strings, And set up periodically and sing. To those I admire and some I desire, To emulate and few I don't know. I guess it makes me fell appreciated, As they sit and applaud me opinioated. But if anyone gets anything from what I say, Then there may be one less crying sleep tonite. So why do I bother with what I do? I bother to bring piece of mind to me and maybe you.