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Thursday, November 8, 2007

Search engines

Two now added. Rollyo and one for Library Thing. The Rollyo does seem a little pointless, but I guess I reinforced some skills in the process needed to set it up.
Posted by lovegod at 9:10 PM
Labels: rollyo, search engines

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I was born in the wagon of a travellin show My mama used to dance for the money theyd throw Papa would do whatever he could Preach a little gospel, sell a couple bottles of doctor good Chorus Gypsys, tramps, and thieves Wed hear it from the people of the town Theyd call us gypsys, tramps, and thieves But every night all the men would come around And lay their money down Picked up a boy just south of mobile Gave him a ride, filled him with a hot meal I was sixteen, he was twenty-one Rode with us to memphis And papa woulda shot him if he knew what hed done Chorus I never had schoolin but he taught me well With his smooth southern style Three months later Im a gal in trouble And I havent seen him for a while, uh-huh I havent seen him for a while, uh-huh She was born in the wagon of a travellin show Her mama had to dance for the money theyd throw Grandpad do whatever he could Preach a little gospel, sell a couple bottles of doctor good Chorus chorus fades A walking question mark
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