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canary in a coalmine :: goliard :: 4
    TAGS: holidays, love, lucy, valentine


Lucy felt special for just a split second before she glanced at the five girls behind her, all gazing at the identical ‘homemade’ valentines on their desks, all signed, Love Scott.

September 6, 2007 at 9:06 AM ::
'mouse's avatar

Five.  Wow.  That Scott guy’s a playa.  I usually peter out after about 2.5 and frankly I’ve begun to wonder if one is even worth the trouble.

'mouse on 09/06/07 at 09:33 AM ::
bakerina's avatar

God help me for turning all the discussions around here into a song cue, but as soon as I read your title, g, I was instantly kicked back to 1980, when the Police were on their way to becoming the Biggest Band Evah and Sting could still sing fast:

“You’re bowling over when the atmosphere is less than perfect/Your sensibilities are shaken by the slightest defect/You leave your love like a canary in a coal mine/You get so dizzy even walking in a straight line...")

Oh, odds my bodkins, sometimes I wish I could get those 25 years back.  Sometimes. ;)

bakerina on 09/06/07 at 09:20 PM ::

ah, so susceptible to the earworm bak’, but...but, dare i say, it’s ‘live you’re life’ (after listening to it about ten times yesterday, i’m certain i couldn’t have gotten it wrong, but then i’m also certain You wouldn’t get it wrong...).

goliard on 09/11/07 at 09:15 AM ::
bakerina's avatar

Nahhhh, honey, you’re right.  Not only did I get it wrong, but I’ve been getting it wrong for almost 30 years.  That’ll learn me about skipping my fact-checking.  Feh.

(The general scratches his belly and thinks/his pay is good but his company stinks/Guerilla girl, hot and sweet/a military man would love to meet… :)

bakerina on 09/13/07 at 06:19 AM ::

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