... ..he said, she said ....November 7, 2007   He said: Lay your hands on me, woman, And watch me feel nothing.  You're a faithless healer.   She said: Hole up and hide and brainpan for gold.  Change the strings and sing it 'til you're old, Which, according to my watch, is tomorrow.  (It'll sound the same and, besides, nobody's going to hear you.)  previous..|..current..|..archives..|..4th quarter index..|..next

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