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:: Thursday, January 25, 2007 ::
Goodbye: The Final Curtain Comes Down - Confined Space "OK, I'm out of here. It's your turn now. Hasta la vista, baby. Flights of angels sing me to my rest. And don't be sad. We'll always have Paris. -- Jordan P.S. Like any good union meeting, this blog shouldn't end without a song. So, everyone, let's all join hands, click once or twice on the picture below and sing along with Pete and the Weavers. After all, when you really think about it, what force on earth is weaker than the feeble strength of one?
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