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Re: Tuesday, July 27, 2004
A day late, but not a dollar short (even in a residual world): Woody, after rolling in his grave, would sing about it:
This song is my song
This song is your song
From the Library of Congress
to the Patent Office
I bequeathed it to Arlo
and to his mother
Now I roll in my grave
While they try to smother
The spirit I intended
it clearly must be mended
Spread the word quite freely
Tell 'em not to be so snively
This song is your song
This sing is my song
From the JibJab satire
to the Capitol Dome Spire
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Should I expect to get sued for this? Is your blog an accesory?
I feel like Arlo:
driving into Los Angeles
carrying a couple of keys . . .
--dfl
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