Aunt Dora Baggins
Immortal
Jan 10 2013, 11:58pm
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That made this song pop into my head:
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The Rolling Mills of New Jersey (Roberts and Barrand) When I die, bury me low Where I can hear the petroleum flow. A sweeter sound, I never did know The rolling mills of New Jersey. Down in Trenton, there is a bar The bums, they come from near and from far They come by truck, they come by car The lousy bums of New Jersey Down in Hoboken, there will be Garbage as far as the eye can see. There's garbage for you, there's garbage for me. The garbage dumps of New Jersey. When at last, I decided to roam, Far away from my home in Bayonne. I sat down, and wrote this poem. I wrote an ode to New Jersey. ----------------------------------------------------------------- Copyright John Roberts and Tony Barrand Sung to the tune of The Rolling Hills of the Border. see also The Rolling Hills of the Border DC
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "For DORA BAGGINS in memory of a LONG correspondence, with love from Bilbo; on a large wastebasket. Dora was Drogo's sister, and the eldest surviving female relative of Bilbo and Frodo; she was ninety-nine, and had written reams of good advice for more than half a century." ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "A Chance Meeting at Rivendell" and other stories leleni at hotmail dot com ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
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