One day, turning the pages of my mind, I remembered one of the best movies ever, that I hadn't thought of in years. Trouble is, now I can't recall what it was. Moral: When you think of something good, write it down.

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Too Good for This World

(A Lament for Blue Bell Ice Cream)

The “Great Divide,” the sherbet,

The Cherry Vanilla, too!

All swept from every grocer's shelf—

And what's a guy to do,

With two cartons in the freezer

Just waiting there for you?

 

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I wish English had a good equivalent for the French word "frisson." Then I wouldn't have to describe what happens to the back of my neck when I hear words like

 

"I know a song of Africa. Does Africa know a song of me?"