Comments on: another year older and what do i get? or, getting older but getting bitter. or up yours im old, humor me. http://gayportlandblog.com/2007/08/17/another-year-older-and-what-do-i-get-or-getting-older-but-getting-bitter-or-up-yours-im-old-humor-me/ ...Because sometimes IRC is just too temporal:) Wed, 20 Aug 2008 18:16:42 +0000 http://wordpress.org/?v=2.2.1 By: p00ky http://gayportlandblog.com/2007/08/17/another-year-older-and-what-do-i-get-or-getting-older-but-getting-bitter-or-up-yours-im-old-humor-me/#comment-676 p00ky Sat, 18 Aug 2007 03:17:54 +0000 http://gayportlandblog.com/2007/08/17/another-year-older-and-what-do-i-get-or-getting-older-but-getting-bitter-or-up-yours-im-old-humor-me/#comment-676 Happy Birthday, Wonko! congnizant of my limitations as a motivational speaker, i offer this: http://poets.org/viewmedia.php/prmMID/15206 Happy Birthday, Wonko!
congnizant of my limitations as a motivational speaker, i offer this:

http://poets.org/viewmedia.php/prmMID/15206

]]> By: p00ky http://gayportlandblog.com/2007/08/17/another-year-older-and-what-do-i-get-or-getting-older-but-getting-bitter-or-up-yours-im-old-humor-me/#comment-675 p00ky Sat, 18 Aug 2007 02:12:41 +0000 http://gayportlandblog.com/2007/08/17/another-year-older-and-what-do-i-get-or-getting-older-but-getting-bitter-or-up-yours-im-old-humor-me/#comment-675 <p>He Went To Paris Jimmy Buffett</p> <p>He went to Paris looking for answers<br /> To questions that bothered him so<br /> He was impressive, young and aggressive<br /> Saving the world on his own.<br /> But the warm Summer breezes<br /> The French wines and cheeses<br /> Put his ambition at bay<br /> Summers and Winters<br /> Scattered like splinters<br /> And four or five years slipped away. </p> <p>He went to England, played the piano<br /> And married an actress named Kim<br /> They had a fine life, she was a good wife<br /> Bore him a young son named Jim.<br /> And all of the answers and all of the questions<br /> He locked in his attic one day<br /> 'Cause he liked the quiet clean country living<br /> And twenty more years slipped away. </p> <p>Well the war took his baby, the bombs killed his lady<br /> And left him with only one eye<br /> His body was battered, his world was shattered<br /> And all he could do was just cry.<br /> While the tears were falling, he was recalling<br /> The answers he never found<br /> So he hopped on a freighter, skidded the ocean<br /> And left England without a sound. </p> <p>Now he lives in the islands, fishes the pilin's<br /> And drinks his green label each day<br /> He's writing his memoirs and losing his hearing<br /> But he don't care what most people say.<br /> Through eighty-six years of perpetual motion<br /> If he likes you he'll smile then he'll say<br /> Jimmy, some of it's magic, some of it's tragic<br /> But I had a good life all the way. </p> <p>And he went to Paris looking for answers<br /> To questions that bothered him so.</p> He Went To Paris Jimmy Buffett

He went to Paris looking for answers
To questions that bothered him so
He was impressive, young and aggressive
Saving the world on his own.
But the warm Summer breezes
The French wines and cheeses
Put his ambition at bay
Summers and Winters
Scattered like splinters
And four or five years slipped away.

He went to England, played the piano
And married an actress named Kim
They had a fine life, she was a good wife
Bore him a young son named Jim.
And all of the answers and all of the questions
He locked in his attic one day
‘Cause he liked the quiet clean country living
And twenty more years slipped away.

Well the war took his baby, the bombs killed his lady
And left him with only one eye
His body was battered, his world was shattered
And all he could do was just cry.
While the tears were falling, he was recalling
The answers he never found
So he hopped on a freighter, skidded the ocean
And left England without a sound.

Now he lives in the islands, fishes the pilin’s
And drinks his green label each day
He’s writing his memoirs and losing his hearing
But he don’t care what most people say.
Through eighty-six years of perpetual motion
If he likes you he’ll smile then he’ll say
Jimmy, some of it’s magic, some of it’s tragic
But I had a good life all the way.

And he went to Paris looking for answers
To questions that bothered him so.

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