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Meryn Cadell Angel Food For Thought

sidewalk a long molten stream. Sulphurous stenching and choking our eyes ? Watch it slip into the sky. Don't cut up your arms and then cover with reasons you've used for

seatbacks and trays are in the upright and locked position. I want to be a flight attendant; I can save you all. Look to me for your instructions when

s mad, but I'm so glad Old Satan's mad, but I'm so glad Old Satan's mad, but I'm so glad 'cause he lost another soul that he thought he had Old Satan'

Don?t throw your Barbie dolls in the ocean There are more important things for them to do Don?t throw your Barbie dolls in the ocean They?re going to

pump, pump, blow the dump the steaming sewers take the chance that only chancy chicks would take and cakewalk home with icy brakes of spiky heels and

and food. Bartenders are whispering, ?Who does he think he is, Just who the hell.? I tell them with my sensible eyes that this is just a bad day for you

Oh my love, you are worth your weight in subway tokens. You are the crunch of tires in the snow and wheedling breath-tick of the engine when it starts

I was the Spelling Bee Queen of 1965, man. The principal hauled me out of the grade two team spelling bee, out into the hall, told me not to be such

Being in love really sucks being in love really sucks being in love really sucks being in love sucks I met a boy and a boy met me and we got together