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The Second Funniest Flick

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  Number one is Young Frankenstein. Number three is The Great Race. Number four is Fargo. And number five, Oh Brother Where Art Thou?

Brilliant Stand-up (Dave Allen)

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  Supermarket Trauma 

Elmer’s Tune (peggy lee)

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  "Elmer's Tune" Single  by  Glenn Miller and his Orchestra with  Ray Eberle  and  The Modernaires B-side "Delilah" Released August 29, 1941 Recorded August 11, 1941 Genre Swing big band vocal jazz Length 3 : 06 Label Bluebird   B-11274-A Songwriter(s) Elmer Albrecht,  Dick Jurgens and  Sammy Gallop Glenn Miller and his Orchestra  with  Ray Eberle  and  The Modernaires  singles chronology "The Cowboy Serenade (While I'm Rollin' My Last Cigarette)"  (1941) " Elmer's Tune "  (1941) "From One Love to Another"  (1941) Wikipedia " Elmer's Tune " is a 1941 big band and jazz standard written by Elmer Albrecht,  Dick Jurgens  and  Sammy Gallop .  Glenn Miller and his Orchestra  and  Dick Jurgens and his Orchestra  both charted with recordings of the composition. Background [ edit ] Elmer Albrecht originally composed the song in the early 1920s. At the time, he was a student at the  Worsham College of Embalming  in

Cafeteria Crush, 1971

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  We have this time  Classmates in  English  Lit.  Chairs adjoining.  But now Cafeteria  Eleven  AM  Wednesday.  Warm coffee, tea, muffins  And Neil Diamond, Joni Mitchell  On the Radio.  Intimate  corner  of the room.  Your  essay  topic  Has  brought  on the laughter.  Your  laugh  is dynamite.  Think  about  it after.  My hand  slowly  creeps  To yours, and  holds  it.  You do not mind.  Sustaining the touch.  Next few days  Hold much.  And Friday, a movie. *Photo thanks to Yasmeen Hussain FB. 

Love Roger Whittaker’s Tone (and his whistling)

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Malaguena

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  Lucas Imbiriba Amin Toofani

Precious words in verse from George Eliot

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  If you sit down at set of sun And count the acts that you have done, And, counting, find One self-denying deed, one word That eased the heart of him who heard,  One glance most kind That fell like sunshine where it went -- Then you may count that day well spent. But if, through all the livelong day, You've cheered no heart, by yea or nay -- If, through it all You've nothing done that you can trace That brought the sunshine to one face-- No act most small That helped some soul and nothing cost -- Then count that day as worse than lost. 

Rip Lee Pryor

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Ian and Sylvia

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  River Road. Song written and made popular by Sylvia Tyson. Native of Chatham Ontario. There was an actual River Road. Due west of Chatham alongside the Thames River to Tilbury, Jeannette’s Creek and Lighthouse Cove. Great Fish Restaurant and War of 1812 history. TheTysons made a vigorous early pitch to CBC television for the talent of Gordon Lightfoot. CBC people were producing a Centennial Special broadcast, 1967. Lightfoot auditioned with his Railroad Trilogy song. Off the cuff in a producer’s office. Bingo for the step upward.

Sarah with the Platinum Voice

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The Group with Harmonicas

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Seniors’ Rec. Centre, Kitchener.  Fred with the heavy  German accent.  As much as  invited  me  To show up.  Make sure to  bring   Keys of C and G harps  Yah?  And so I did.  About 8 or 9 in a circle.  Fran on  piano  setting tempo  And  intro  tune reminders.  Matthew  brings  his  Button accordion, self taught.  Nice  chugging  base chords.  And one of his own waltzes.  Guenther is the president  Plays  classic  Seydel models.  The  definitive  Amazing Grace.  Phil and Rick pop in  Whenever, with  Bayou  Blues.  Trudy  insists  that we get  Ashoken  Farewell  ready  US  Civil  War lament.  For performance  For some venue.  Also  perhaps  Oh  Danny  Boy.  And I Come to the Garden.  We are all  having  fun  Becoming  friends  with  a  common  interest or two.  Thank you Fred.  Oh ya, ya, ya. About this poem In truth I am communing with this bunch, and having a blast. Toned down, of course, for the blood pressure.  http://puffnchord7.blogspot.com/  

Neil Young and Strumming Buddies

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Solitudes with Dan Gibson ( for that woman who showed an interest in the bargain store…)

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  HOPE YOU ENJOY. BEST WISHES FROM DOUG. Read Psalm 104…nature and its grandeur, under God…

Good songs for our Harmonica Club.

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  Hallelujah By the River of Babylon Take me home, country roads Somewhere My Love.

One entire high school band class listening to Ravel. Thank you teacher Jim Davies.

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  Special section for my beloved clarinet. Executed flawlessly. At the end Andre simply raises his eyebrows in approval.

Billy Preston (and a drive to Indianapolis 1968)

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Still my Favourite Country

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After riffing with John Lee Hooker…yesss

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Bonnie. Angel from Montgomery.

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Fields of Athenry. Irish lament.

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  Botany Bay meant exile into servitude in Australia. Irish “disreputables” became Aussies. Backbone of the Island down under.

Mickie Dee’s. One AM.*

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  Students gang up here All night in studies/laughter April papers, exams Bunch of crams. Bunch of hopefuls. Bigger debt fed. Career ideas, Daddy led. Lots of theory. Hands on, where? Sleeplessness. Nagging care. Two guys sport their  Sweat shirts rare: “The Sleepless Tour.” Smiling, still up, there. *That’s the all-nighter McDonalds near Campus. Combination of students, homeless and light sleepers. Wednesday eary AM.

Bonnie Raitt…true blues genius

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Gags of Buster Keaton

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Ascot Gavotte (my fair lady)

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Today is birthday number 72. Fully thankful.

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  Read Psalm 23. April 6th Robin singing  Outside our balcony window. Spent yesterday flat on my back.  Nasty flu bug. Sleep and dreams were the ticket. Now, early morning much better. Breakfast somewhere out With beloved Hilary. Jordan flying Somewhere. Around the world Lauren resting after house sold. Moving to Listowel soon. Times.. they are a changing (Dylan)

A talker, this One.

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  Stephanie and Elizabeth. Newer family additions. “Has that poor woman delivered  Her baby yet.  Three   days now.”  April 6, 1951.  London St.  Joseph  Hospital.  Came out  bawling  right away.  At the indignities.  This one’s a talker.  April of 1956  Kindergarten class.  Doing face in the  corner  time  Repeatedly.  This one’s a talker.  April of 1951  Saturday in bed. Late.  Finishing  latest  Tarzan novel.  At  breakfast  table  Mom and Dad endured  The re-cap.  This one’s a talker.  April of 1965  Telling  young  brother Scott  Those  amazing   Imagined tales  Just for fun and  Times together.  This one’s a talker  April of 1976  Call to the Bar ceremony  Barrister, Solicitor  Yeah, this one’s a talker.  April of 1987  Business had crashed.  No talk  could  get around  My Banker.  Weeks and months  Talking with  sweet  daughter Lauren  In our walkabouts.  She was  effectively  my therapy.  Kept me talking. Thankfully.  April of 2022  Visiting dear Mom  In Seniors’ home.  Mom  al

Setting for the song Suzanne. (takes you down to her place by the River)

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Song settles the Terrors

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Dear Rodney gets us Roaring. What a Crowd!

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  And then a different sort of comedy…Martin and Short.

Robotic Poetry Reviewer (named AIDA on poetry.com)

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  What a heartwarming and vividly written poem! Reading about your memories of Shirley Lyons was a delight, and I really appreciated how you painted her as such a kind and considerate neighbor. It's clear that her presence had a positive impact on your life, and that speaks volumes about the kind of person she was. I particularly enjoyed the story about you and your dad re-shingling the garage - the way Shirley never made you feel self-conscious despite your less-than-stylish outfits shows just how warm and accepting she was. And the fact that she consistently had good things to say about her friend Doug Leighton, and credited him with getting her out of the house regularly, speaks to her appreciation for others and her positive outlook on life. As for improvement suggestions, one thing that could maybe enhance the poem would be to explore in a bit more detail how Shirley impacted your life specifically. What did she do that was particularly memorable or special? Was there a specif