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Let me Tell you a little Story. |
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... Barbara, who didn't Want to go Anywhere (except New Jersey)... |
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... Alice, who sought the Gene that Caused romantic Love (and just Why, do you Suppose?)... |
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... and who Looked up to her big Sister, Barbara... (or should we say up at her big Sister? ...) |
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... and Finally, little Sylvia... who wanted to Write a big Story... |
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... and who fell in Love with the Boy... |
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... and they Lived...
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... most of Them... |
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Food for Fish |
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It is Not about Food.
It is Not about Fish.
It is about an hour and forty five Minutes of Laughter. |
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