When I was seventeen
It was a very good year
It was a very good year for small town girls
And soft summer nights
We’d hide from the lights
On the village green
When I was seventeen
When I was twenty-one
It was a very good year
It was a very good year for city girls
Who lived up the stair
With all that perfumed hair
And it came undone
When I was twenty-one
When I was thirty-five
It was a very good year
It was a very good year for blue-blooded girls
Of independent means
We’d ride in limousines
Their chauffeurs would drive
When I was thirty-five
But now the days grow short
I’m in the autumn of the year
And now I think of my life as vintage wine
from fine old kegs
from the brim to the dregs
And it poured sweet and clear
It was a very good year
Geez happy birthday you old fart. Would you like a nice t-shirt or sweater or something else nice?
"Nothing else can poison our culture, corrupt our society or ruin the character of our people like unearned money or unearned opportunity." -- James R. Cook
"Fooling around with alternating current is just a waste of time. Nobody will use it, ever." Thomas Edison, 1889.
Knowing Dice feels the same way I do about UEI meters I bought him a Fluke, but it is already broken. Wait a minute, that's the way it was supposed to be.
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