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Friday Film Fest

The streets are strewn with dead leaves and the air is crisp and wintry. It can mean only one thing -- we are in the season of falling. Warning: music.

One should always be polite to the lighting grip in a TV studio. Or he will try to kill you.

What we think of as "risky" is very often not so. An onlooker might be appalled at the recklessness of an act, but the conscientious daredevil has assessed the dangers and instinctively seeks the safest course.

Say you wanted to jump off the roof of a house wearing roller skates. How could that possibly go wrong?

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Mr Music said...

I want to tell you all a story 'bout a GTA urban wife

Who had a teenage daughter who attended Harper Valley Junior High

Well her daughter came home one afternoon and didn't even stop to play

She said Mom I got a note here from the Harper So-Cons in the G.T.A.

The note said Misses Urban Girl, you're wearing your dresses way too high

It's reported you've been talking to the youth and ethnics, women’s groups and gays

And we don't believe you ought to be a bringing up your little girl this way

It was signed by the secretary, Harper So-Cons GTA.

Well, it happened So-Cons G.T.A. were gonna meet that very afternoon

They were sure surprised when Misses Urban Girl wore her miniskirt into the room

And as she walked up to the blackboard I still recall the words she had to say

She said, I'd like to address this meeting of the Harper So-Cons G.T.A.

Well there's John Reynolds, sitting there and seven times he's asked me for a date

Messrs. Flaherty and Clement always missing that retirement is just 4 months away

And Mr. Capobianco can you tell us what your smokin’ that makes you blind

And shouldn't Peter Kent be reading news not playing with you wasting all his time

Well Mr Harper couldn't be here 'cause he’s filling sandbags for the bunker again

He may as well get ready cuz the writing’s on the wall – “you loser has-been”

Then you have the nerve to tell me you think that as a mother I'm not fit

Well this is just a little piece of urban Canada where none of you are ever gonna fit.

No, I wouldn't put you on because it really did, it happened just this way

The day my Mama socked it to the Harper So-Cons G.T.A.

Help me out here, folks. Did I get all drunked up the other week and announce a Lame Doggerel contest or something? Because I don't really remember if I did.

In any event, the contest is now closed. We have a winnah!

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