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To: DMaA who wrote (51137)	6/1/1999 11:42:00 PM
From: lorrie coey	Respond to of 67261

I've heard that one...you know, I think skunk smell Fresh, in a way... It could be that I was programmed to associate "fresh" with that skunk pizza aroma by my Father's constant roadkill references...anyway, I think it dead dog smells the worst, 'cept maybe possum...

To: DMaA who wrote (51137)	6/2/1999 12:26:00 AM
From: Neocon	Respond to of 67261

SEASONS OF LOVE COMPANY Five hundred twenty-five thousand six hundred minutes Five hundred twenty-five thousand six hundred moments so dear Five hundred twenty-five thousand six hundred minutes How do you measure - measure a year? In daylights - In sunsets In midnights - In cups of coffee In inches - In miles In laughter - In strife In Five hundred twenty-five thousand six hundred minutes How do you measure a year in the life? How about love? How about love? How about love? Measure in love Seasons of love Seasons of love SOLOIST #1 Five hundred twenty-five thousand six hundred minutes Five hundred twenty-five thousand Journeys to plan Five hundred twenty-five thousand six hundred minutes How do you measure the life Of a woman or a man? SOLOIST #2 In truths that she learned Or in times that he cried In bridges he burned Or the way that she died ALL It's time now - to sing out Tho' the story never ends Let's celebrate Remember a year in the life of friends Remember the love Remember the love Remember the love Measure in love SOLOIST #1 Measure, measure your life in love Seasons of love Seasons of love

To: DMaA who wrote (51137)	6/2/1999 12:38:00 AM
From: Neocon	Respond to of 67261

Isn't she lovely Lyrics and music by Stevie Wonder Isn't she lovely Isn't she wonderfull Isn't she precious Less than one minute old I never thought through love we'd be Making one as lovely as she But isn't she lovely made from love Isn't she pretty Truly the angel's best Boy, I'm so happy We have been heaven blessed I can't believe what God has done through us he's given life to one But isn't she lovely made from love Isn't she lovely Life and love are the same Life is Aisha The meaning of her name Londie, it could have not been done Without you who conceived the one That's so very lovely made from love

To: DMaA who wrote (51137)	6/2/1999 12:50:00 AM
From: Neocon	Respond to of 67261

And You And I I. Cord Of Life (Anderson/Bruford/Howe/Squire) A man conceived a moment's answers to the dream, Staying the flowers daily, sensing all the themes. As a foundation left to create the spiral aim, A movement regained and regarded both the same, All complete in the sight of seeds of life with you. Changed only for a sight of sound, the space agreed. Between the picture of time behind the face of need, Coming quickly to terms of all expression laid, Emotion revealed as the ocean maid, All complete in the sight of seeds of life with you. Oh. Turn round tailor, Coins and Assaulting all the mornings of the Crosses Interest shown, Never know Presenting one another to the cord, Their fruitless worth; All left dying, rediscovered Cords are broken, Of the door that turned round, Locked inside To close the cover, the mother earth. All the interest shown, They won't To turn one another, to the sign Hide, hold, they won't At the time Tell you, watching the world, To float your climb. Watching all of the world, Watching us go by. And you and I climb over the sea to the valley, And you and I reached out for reasons to call. II. Eclipse (Anderson/Bruford/Squire) Coming quickly to terms of all expression laid, Emotion revealed as the ocean maid, As a movement regained and regarded both the same, All complete in the side of seeds of life with you. III. The Preacher the Teacher (Anderson/Bruford/Howe/Squire) Sad preacher nailed upon the coloured door of time; Insane teacher be there reminded of the rhyme. There'll be no mutant enemy we shall certify; Political ends, as sad remains, will die. Reach out as forward tastes begin to enter you. Ooh, ooh. I listened hard but could not see Life tempo change out and inside me. The preacher trained in all to lose his name; The teacher travels, asking to be shown the same. In the end, we'll agree, we'll accept, we'll immortalise That the truth of the man maturing in his eyes, All complete in the sight of seeds of life with you. Coming quickly to terms of all expression laid, As a moment regained and regarded both the same, Emotion revealed as the ocean maid, A clearer future, morning, evening, nights with you. IV. Apocalypse (Anderson/Bruford/Howe/Squire) And you and I climb, crossing the shapes of the morning. And you and I reach over the sun for the river. And you and I climb, clearer, towards the movement. And you and I called over valleys of endless seas.