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Let me introduce myself. IÕm your student teacher. IÕm going
to teach you how to write about love. Love is a good thing. Love is a
farce. LetÕs see what others think of love, shall we? Your new assignment:
The first submission: Dream in and
out
andi wondersound and an apple for the teacher
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MY
BARN SITS ON TOP OF THIS HILL IN THE FAROUT COUNTRY OF EAST ASIA I'VE
BEEN MEANING TO REMODEL ALL OF THE INSIDE EXTERIOR BUT THINGS HAPPEN PEOPLE
HAVE PARTIES ANDTHE WEEKENDS FLY BY WITH NOT MUCH ACCOMPLISHED. I KNOW
SOMEDAY I'LL BE TOO OLD TO DO ANY WORK ON THE BARN AND THEN I'LL LOOK
BACK AND WONDER WHERE ALLTHE TIME WENT. LIKE A WEEK OR SO BACK I WAS INVITED
TO A PARTY AT SOMEONES HOUSE ON THE OTHER SIDE OF THE HILL. EVEN THOUGH
IT WAS JUNE IT WAS QUITE WARM OUT AND MOST OF THE GUESTS WERE ON THE BACK
PATIO SUNNING THEMSELVES IN THE MOONLIGHT. THERE WAS SOME WEIRD HIPPIE
MUSIC ON THE RADIO THAT SOUNDED LIKE A WRONG BREED OF LIONEL RICHIE AND
LIONEL TRAINS PEOPLE WERE TALKING ABOUT THE LAST TIME THEY CUT THEIR TOENAILS
THIS PARTY WAS B O R I N G ..........I RETREATED TO A SECRET CLOSET WHERE
I TRIED TO THINK OF A WAY TO CONVINCE THESE PEOPLE THAT TIME WAS WASTING
AWAY AND THIS PARTY MACHINE WAS IN NEED OF OIL. OUT OF THE THIN AIR AND
WITH THE HELP OF A FEW CHEMISTRY TRICKS I PRODUCED A PARTY OF HIGH QUALITY
RESULTING IN MUCH SMOKE FROM THE AREA AROUND THE REFRIGERATOR." LOOKS
LIKE YOUR REFRIGERATOR BLEW A GASKET, HERB " THREE OF THE NERDS FROM THE
PORCH CAME INTO THE KITCHEN WITH THEIR SLIDE RULERS HOPING TO CALCULATE
THE COEFFIECENT OF CONDENSATION. "OH GREAT " I THOUGHT, "ANOTHER GREAT
TOPIC OF CONVERSATION FOR THE PARTY" I LEFT THE NERD FILLED KITCHEN AND
WENT TO THE NERD FILLED PATIO. I DONT KNOW WHY I WAS STAYING AROUND PERHAPS
HOPING FOR SOMETHING TO SAVE ME AND MY SHADOW. WELL ALL THE SMOKE FROM
THE KITCHEN ATTRACTED THE JAMICAN NEIGHBORS FROM DOWN THE STREET WHO CAME
IN THROUGH THE BATHROOM WINDOW CARING TURNTABLES ON THEIR HEADS INTERWOVEN
WITH THEIR DREADLOCK HAIR. THEJA MASTER WITH THE BIG EAR BEGAN TO PUMP
THE BASS THROUGH THE ROOF OF THIS SMOKEY SHACK WHICH PROMTED THE NERDS
TO COMPUTE THE ELECTRICTY CONSUMED WHEN THEY GOT THROWN OUT BY THE BIG
MAMA JAMICAN WHO LOOKED LIKE SHE WAS A FRIEND OF JAMES BROWN. EVERYTHING
WAS GOING GREAT WENT SOMEONE LET IN THE OLD LADY IN THE SHOE AND SHE GOT
A LITTLE BIT TIED UP IN HER SHOELACES TO A BED UPSTAIRS. THE SMOKE BEGAN
TO CLEAR AND I COULD HEAR CAROLE KNIGHT SINGING " I CAN SEE CLEARLY NOW
THE RAIN HAS GONE " BUT 
SOMEBODY
FORGOT TO TELL HER IT WASN'T RAINING. AS I PICKED UP THE CAR FONE TO CALL
THE FIRE DEPARTMENT SOMEONE STARTED SINGING "THESE ARE THE GOOD OLD DAYS"
AND WE ALL LIVED HAPPILY EVER AFTER AMEN. PASS THE DUETCHE.
