Have you bought your Waboba yet?
Eloquence fatigue.
Finding color in fossils.
Home really alone.
Maybe Roger Simon is no longer alone?
The world's smallest snake.
Neuroeconomics.
Snoozing makes you smarter. Has anybody looked into drinking beer?
Stuff your brain.
The Springfield years and what they say.
Does quantity trump quality?
The Google of criminal searches.
SpaceX finds that space is still hard.
The dawn of artificial photosynthesis?
Extinct in 12 years?
Saving the crumbling Timbuktu manuscripts.
Are men neutered?
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It's a little bit funny this feeling inside
I'm not one of those who can easily hide
I don't have much money but boy if I did
I'd buy a big house where we both could live
If I was a sculptor, but then again, no
Or a man who makes potions in a travelling show
I know it's not much but it's the best I can do
My gift is my song and this one's for you
And you can tell everybody this is your song
It may be quite simple but now that it's done
I hope you don't mind
I hope you don't mind that I put down in words
How wonderful life is while you're in the world
I sat on the roof and kicked off the moss
Well a few of the verses well they've got me quite cross
But the sun's been quite kind while I wrote this song
It's for people like you that keep it turned on
So excuse me forgetting but these things I do
You see I've forgotten if they're green or they're blue
Anyway the thing is what I really mean
Yours are the sweetest eyes I've ever seends
I know nothing about Bernie Taupin other than that he's a very talented lyricist.
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