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	<title>Comments on: Dear clusterflock: &#8220;Sadder But Wiser&#8221;</title>
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		<title>By: Cooper Renner</title>
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		<dc:creator>Cooper Renner</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 18 Jun 2008 01:28:33 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Sadder but wiser, Cooper picked up the pieces of the shattered CD player he had hurled at the wall when the Beatles&#039; performance of &quot;Till There Was You&quot; began to play.</description>
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		<title>By: Sheila Ryan</title>
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		<dc:creator>Sheila Ryan</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 17 Jun 2008 20:18:52 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I know for a fact that this is first Meredith Willson reference ever to appear on &lt;em&gt;clusterflock&lt;/em&gt;.</description>
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		<title>By: Kathy Hilen-Smith</title>
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		<dc:creator>Kathy Hilen-Smith</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 17 Jun 2008 20:12:50 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Oh crap!! You made me break into song!!
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No wide-eyed, eager,
Wholesome innocent Sunday school teacher for me.
That kinda girl spins webs no spider ever--
Listen, boy--
A girl who trades on all that purity
Merely wants to trade my independence for her security.
The only affirmative she will file
Refers to marching down the aisle.
No golden, glorious, gleaming pristine goddess--
No sir! 
For no Diana do I play faun.
I can tell you that right now. 
I snarl, I hiss: How can ignorance be compared to bliss?
I spark, I fizz for the lady who knows what time it is.
I cheer, I rave for the virtue I&#039;m too late to save
The sadder-but-wiser girl for me.
No bright-eyed, blushing, breathless baby-doll baby
Not for me. 
That kinda child ties knots no sailor ever knew. 
I prefer to take a chance on a more adult romance. 
No dewy young miss
Who keeps resisting all the time she keeps insisting!
No wide-eyed, wholesome innocent female. 
No sir.
Why, she&#039;s the fisherman, I&#039;m the fish you see?--PLOP!
I flinch, I shy, when the lass with the delicate air goes by
I smile, I grin, when the gal with a touch of sin walks in.
I hope, and I pray, for a Hester to win just one more &quot;A&quot;
The sadder-but-wiser girl&#039;s the girl for me.
The sadder-but-wiser girl for me.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Oh crap!! You made me break into song!!<br />
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No wide-eyed, eager,<br />
Wholesome innocent Sunday school teacher for me.<br />
That kinda girl spins webs no spider ever&#8211;<br />
Listen, boy&#8211;<br />
A girl who trades on all that purity<br />
Merely wants to trade my independence for her security.<br />
The only affirmative she will file<br />
Refers to marching down the aisle.<br />
No golden, glorious, gleaming pristine goddess&#8211;<br />
No sir!<br />
For no Diana do I play faun.<br />
I can tell you that right now.<br />
I snarl, I hiss: How can ignorance be compared to bliss?<br />
I spark, I fizz for the lady who knows what time it is.<br />
I cheer, I rave for the virtue I&#8217;m too late to save<br />
The sadder-but-wiser girl for me.<br />
No bright-eyed, blushing, breathless baby-doll baby<br />
Not for me.<br />
That kinda child ties knots no sailor ever knew.<br />
I prefer to take a chance on a more adult romance.<br />
No dewy young miss<br />
Who keeps resisting all the time she keeps insisting!<br />
No wide-eyed, wholesome innocent female.<br />
No sir.<br />
Why, she&#8217;s the fisherman, I&#8217;m the fish you see?&#8211;PLOP!<br />
I flinch, I shy, when the lass with the delicate air goes by<br />
I smile, I grin, when the gal with a touch of sin walks in.<br />
I hope, and I pray, for a Hester to win just one more &#8220;A&#8221;<br />
The sadder-but-wiser girl&#8217;s the girl for me.<br />
The sadder-but-wiser girl for me.</p>
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