Yore as cute as a junebug, a-buzzin' overhead. You ain't mean like no far ant, upon which I oft' tread. Cut from the best pattern, like a flannel shirt of plaid, You spark up my life, like that old linear I had. Yore complexion, it's perfection, like the best vinyl sidin'. Despite all the years, yore age, it keeps hidin'.
Some men buy fine diamonds, from a flea market booth.
But for this man, honey, these will not do. For you are too special, you sweet thang you. FM Mobile Transceiver. DC Currents is always a good read, especially in light of the stalled Senate who, at this writing, is taking time out of their busy schedule to give CNN something to report. There is a good article about ham radio's involvement in The Crash of SwissAir Flight 111.