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From: lori@hp-pcd.UUCP (lori)
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Subject: Re: strange poem.... Must read!
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Date: Fri, 22-Mar-85 00:47:00 EST
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	I don't suppose that any of you know the words to the song "Ain't
	We Crazy?", do you?  It goes something like this:

	"It was midnight on the ocean,
	 not a horsecart was in sight.
	 I stepped into a drugstore,
	 to get myself a light.
	 The man behind the counter
	 was a woman old and grey,
	 who used to peddle postcards
	 on the Road to Mandalay.

	 'Good evening, Sir', 
	 she said to me,
	 her eyes were filled with tears.
	 She put her head between her knees,
	 and stayed that way for years.
	 Her children all were orphans,
	 except for one small tot,
	 who lived across the street,
	 just above a vacant lot.

	(chorus)

	 Ain't we crazy?  Ain't we crazy?
	 I think I'll sing this song
	 all night today!
	 Ain't we crazy?  Ain't we crazy?
	 What a way to pass the time away."

		Or something like that.

				Oh well,

					Mark F. Cook