Cheers to choccy for sending me the original mail that ended up being
this web page. I've turned it into a little program that does the random
selection for you. No idea who the original author was, sorry!
For the next verse, simply click your browser's "reload" button. Keep
I met her in a treehouse poppin' uppers,
I can still recall the stolen goods she wore.
She was crashin' through the guardrail near Poughkeepsie,
and I knew we really lost the last World War.
The judge declared I'd swear off booze forever,
She said to me our love would never die,
But who'd have thought she'd blast off with my best friend,
I never had the chance to say goodbye.
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