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  1. @writegud you can get them to inter-library loan the books you want from other library systems, you know. libraries=it's all good.
  2. @sleepjunky that song always makes me cry. What an amazing interpretation. Johnny was so sick, so vulnerable. Man in black, indeed.
  3. @suzytrotta I just remember all the TCB stuff from Graceland. And yes, thoughts do count! Great running hat.
  4. @suzytrotta was he in memphis?
  5. RT @HalfPintIngalls: I now have SEVEN things on my Christmas wishing-list at Mr. Amazon's Mercantile. Oh, the decadence! http://ow.ly/GXBP
  6. la la la la lumps in my oatmeal.
  7. @mommystory oh yes, i do it all the time. for our old neighborhood, which we'll never move back to, my parents neighborhood, local listings2
  8. I just generated my #TweetCloud out of a month of my tweets. Top three words: love, fruit, guess - http://w33.us/2j72
  9. @librarymonk why do you tweet these odd urls?
  10. @pleutim the one with the blueberries looks good ... I should get my egg delivery tomorrow--might try it!
  11. -John Betjeman
  12. Come, friendly bombs and fall on Slough / To get it ready for the plough. / The cabbages are coming now; / The earth exhales.
  13. In labour-saving homes, with care / Their wives frizz out peroxide hair / And dry it in synthetic air / And paint their nails.
  14. And talk of sport and makes of cars / In various bogus-Tudor bars / And daren't look up and see the stars / But belch instead.
  15. It's not their fault they do not know / The birdsong from the radio, / It's not their fault they often go / To Maidenhead
  16. They've tasted Hell.
  17. But spare the bald young clerks who add / The profits of the stinking cad; / It's not their fault that they are mad,
  18. And smash his desk of polished oak / And smash his hands so used to stroke / And stop his boring dirty joke / And make him yell.
  19. And get that man with double chin / Who'll always cheat and always win, / Who washes his repulsive skin/ In women's tears:
  20. Mess up the mess they call a town-/ A house for ninety-seven down/ And once a week a half a crown/ For twenty years.