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Bizzare days in July...

July 1 is Creative Ice Cream Flavor Day and Build A Scare-crow Day

July 3 is Stay Out Of The Sun Day and Compliment Your Mirror Day

July 6 is National Fried Chicken Day

July 8 is Video Games Day

July 14 is National Nude Day

July 16 is International Juggling Day

July 20 is Ugly Truck Contest Day

July 21 is National Tug-Of-War Tournament Day

July 27 is Take Your Pants For A Walk Day

July 29 is Cheese Sacrifice Purchase Day

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paxford
Jun. 30th, 2004 03:12 am (UTC)
July 6 is National Fried Chicken Day
Mmmmmm Chicken!
draquin
Jun. 30th, 2004 04:28 am (UTC)
July 3 is Stay Out Of The Sun Day and Compliment Your Mirror Day
Hmmm... a day specially designed for daughter.
travisjhall
Jul. 1st, 2004 04:45 pm (UTC)
I have duly acknowledged Creative Ice Cream Flavour Day by buying Homer Hudson Virgin Cherry ice cream and forcing Julie to eat half of it. (Nice, but the Chocolate Rock is better.)

Didn't do a thing for Build a Scarecrow Day, though.
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Desert Rose

I dream of rain
I dream of gardens in the desert sand
I wake in vain
I dream of love as time runs through my hand

I dream of fire
Those dreams are tied to a horse that will never tire
And in the flames
Her shadows play in the shape of a man's desire

This desert rose
Each of her veils, a secret promise
This desert flower
No sweet perfume ever tortured me more than this

And as she turns
This way she moves in the logic of all my dreams
This fire burns
I realize that nothing's as it seems

I dream of rain
I dream of gardens in the desert sand
I wake in vain
I dream of love as time runs through my hand

I dream of rain
I lift my gaze to empty skies above
I close my eyes
This rare perfume is the sweet intoxication of her love

I dream of rain
I dream of gardens in the desert sand
I wake in vain
I dream of love as time runs through my hand

Sweet desert rose
Each of her veils, a secret promise
This desert flower
No sweet perfume ever tortured me more than this

Sweet desert rose
This memory of Eden haunts us all
This desert flower
This rare perfume, is the sweet intoxication of the fall

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