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Originally posted by ltl/fb
Pshaw. I'm sweeter than a beehive in, uh, whatever month it would have the most honey.
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Tying threads, this reminds me of the lyrics to "Sweet Evaline" -- sung barbershop style:
My Evaline (my Evaline)
Say you'll be mine (say you'll be mine)
Won't you come and let me whisper in your ear
Way down yonder in the old corn field
For you (for you)
I've pined (I've pined)
Sweeter than the honey
To the honey bee
I love you
Say you love me
Meet me in the shade
Of the old apple tree
Eva-Iva-Ova-Evaliiiiiiine
Unfortunately, this "Ova" business is where the problem "lays." Errr, lies.
CDF (going for the six-way joke and play on words)