In article ,
"George E. Cawthon" wrote:

Dave Balderstone wrote:
In article , Mr. Moose
wrote:


Now I will go play with my son and figure out what type of lathe to
replace my dead one with.


You're replacing a dead son with a lathe? He'll be turning in his grave!


You guys are sick. Now replacing a dead
mother-in-law with a lathe makes sense because
she'll be turning in her grave anyway.

To everything - turn, turn, turn
There is a season - turn, turn, turn
And a time for every purpose under heaven

A time to be born, a time to die
A time to plant, a time to reap
A time to kill, a time to heal
A time to laugh, a time to weep

To everything - turn, turn, turn
There is a season - turn, turn, turn
And a time for every purpose under heaven

A time to build up, a time to break down
A time to dance, a time to mourn
A time to cast away stones
A time to gather stones together

To everything - turn, turn, turn
There is a season - turn, turn, turn
And a time for every purpose under heaven

A time of war, a time of peace
A time of love, a time of hate
A time you may embrace
A time to refrain from embracing

To everything - turn, turn, turn
There is a season - turn, turn, turn
And a time for every purpose under heaven

A time to gain, a time to lose
A time to rend, a time to sew
A time to love, a time to hate
A time of peace, I swear it's not too late!