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Ray wasn't singing about what he knew, 'cause Ray had been blind since he was a child. He hadn't seen many purple mountains. He hadn't seen many fruited plains. He was singing about what he believed to be.
Mr. President, we love America, not because of all of us have seen the beauty all the time.
But we believed if we kept on working, if we kept on marching, if we kept on voting, if we kept on believing, we would make America beautiful for everybody.
Mayberry Mafia?
Midnight Cowboy? with Barbara as...ulp.
Posted by: Thomas Nephew | September 28, 2005 at 10:41 PM
Yelladog titled that image "Not Gay." I went with "Fabulous."
Posted by: eRobin | September 28, 2005 at 11:43 PM
He'll make you a barbeque offer you can't refuse.
Posted by: Newspaper Hack | October 01, 2005 at 02:25 PM