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Screensize: 640 x 480 800 x 600 1024 x 768 1280 x 1024 UserName: Password: Format Mode: Basic  Help  Prompt  Format: Font Andale Mono Arial Arial Black Book Antiqua Century Gothic Comic Sans MS Courier New Georgia Impact Lucida Console Script MT Bold Stencil Tahoma Times New Roman Trebuchet MS Verdana   Size 1 2 3 4 5 6   Color Black Red Yellow Pink Green Orange Purple Blue Beige Brown Teal Navy Maroon LimeGreen Message: * HTML is OFF * Forum Code is ON Smilies [b][blue]A COLD DAY IN JULY I wait at the airport With the snow falling down It's a strange summer night In this cold New York town What once was so wrong Is turning out so right My baby's flying in On the ten o' clock flight The weatherman says They expect it to freeze I spent all of June Down on my knees The table's been turned It's all come around I watch and I wait For her plane to touch down She said, When Hell freezes over I'll come back to you I'm worn out and tired Baby we're through Well, it's a cold day in July I know it's quite rare But her plane's in the sky and There's a chill in the air She tried hard to tell me That she had to go A woman like her I never would know She turned and she walked out Taking all I believed Sometimes a man's not a man I just watched her leave Time spent alone's like Chasing a fast train The days dwindle down You run thru the pain The nights are so quiet The whiskey flows The silence so deafening You can hear yourself grow old Sometimes a woman is Just like a man She gets lonely and hurt And does all she can Wherever she runs Wherever she turns She's reminded forever That the flame still burns She said, When Hell freezes over I'll come back to you I'm worn out and tired Baby we're through Well, it's a cold day in July I know it's quite rare But her plane's in the sky and There's a chill in the air When Hell freezes over I'll come back to you I'm worn out and tired Baby we're through Well, it's a cold day in July I know it's quite rare But her plane's in the sky and There's a chill in the air Hank Beukema - revbuckmanmusic - 2007[/blue][/b] http://www.mytown.ca/outsiders/beukema/