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Post by Tamrin on Aug 19, 2008 14:51:10 GMT 10
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Post by Tamrin on Aug 21, 2008 20:50:05 GMT 10
When Father Rode the GoatAuthor Unknown, <www.phoenixmasonry.org> The house is full of arcana, and mystery profound; We do not dare to run about or make the slightest sound. We leave the big piano shut and do not strike a note; the doctor's been here seven times since father rode the goat. He joined the lodge a week ago; Got in at 4:00 a.m. ---- And sixteen brethren brought him home, though he says that he brought them. His wrist was sprained and one big rip had rent his Sunday coat ---- There must have been a lively time when father rode the goat. He's resting on the couch today! And practicing his signs ---- The hailing signal, the working grip, and other monkeyshines; He mutters passwords 'neath his breath, And other things he'll quote ---- They surely had an evening's work when father rode the goat. He has a gorgeous uniform, all gold and red and blue ---- A hat with plumes and yellow braid, And golden badges too. But, somehow, when we mention it, he wears a look so grim; we wonder if he rode the goat ---- or if the goat rode him!
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Post by Tamrin on Aug 23, 2008 12:15:55 GMT 10
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