Dear Untrained Voice, and Other Friends of the Digest, After your beautiful tribute to me and gold trucks, may I say, Sir, that you may call yourself, if you so desire, the Trained Voice. You go right up there with Barney and his light classics! Right at the top! And, no, that did not come from Mrs. Poultice, who gives you "A's" in breathing. And, no, that did not come from the talented Miss Hazel, even though she raves about your rhymes. And that did not even come from Mr. Schwamp, even though he is nodding vigorously for the way you pronounced every word correctly (not easy to do when you have a complicated song like you composed). That comes directly from me and the girls from the Dime Store, and it comes directly from our heart. And it's a Big One. (Ernest T. sends you his best, too; and if there's one thing that boy knows, and you know there is one thing that boy knows, it's music.) Laura Lee Hobbs, Dime Store Clerk and Gold Truck Watcher, and Tender Hearted Gal Extraordinaire Lydia says your poem made her cry and she hates to cry; she don't mind being made kind of weeping eyed or sad hearted; but she hates to cry. ________________________________________________________________________ Check out the new AOL. Most comprehensive set of free safety and security tools, free access to millions of high-quality videos from across the web, free AOL Mail and more. _______________________________________________ WBMUTBB mailing list [email protected] http://mail.wbmutbb.com/mailman/listinfo/wbmutbb_wbmutbb.com http://www.mayberry.com/tagsrwc/wbmutbb/
