FURTHER PROOF THAT THE INTERNET EXISTS for 12/4/1999

"If I Were a Carpenter" The leaves have all fallen They're wet on the ground

The sky is mottled and grey It's frequently such as day In Boston city MA But it's December the plain old 4th And I'm longing to be up north

I'm dreaming of a cold Christmas One of the sort I used to know Where it's below, say, thirty And the sky's not so dirty Hell, sometimes there's even been snow

I'm dreaming of a cold Christmas Every time I open the door Good holidays 'til we're all drinking Ensure And may none of your Decembers seem as poor

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