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okay, its probably not original, but shouldn't people get incentives for growing gardens on their rooves? city folk have all those flat platforms going to waste. their only purpose seems to be so ageing action stars can dive from roof to roof to wow audiences. surely we could put them to better use
by growing trees and grasses up there, reducing city pollution and making the city look better when you're falling from a plane without a parachute.
Chicago City Hall
http://www.newcolonist.com/chi_sus.html
[UnaBubba, Oct 22 2002]
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Admirable idea - but you can't have a croissant till you get rid "rooves". |
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Little it he behooves,
To call the rooftops "rooves" |
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This idea, Chicago's baked,
See [link], curiosity slaked. |
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Energy savings are substantial,
As are benefits, financial. |
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Were the poster first to search,
We would not, his name, besmirch. |
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So you see, it's hardly novel,
To plant greenery atop your hovel. |
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Foliage is not inventive,
Novel step here is incentive. |
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<off topic> It seems to be a quirk of this site that I can never get a new line by pressing <enter>. Help, someone. |
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[quirk of the internet I'm afraid - try the html line break tag] |
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Typing < br > without the spaces,
Gives line breaks in all the right places. |
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Nam and Bub's advice on quirks
makes life better - see, it works! |
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Though oft seen as a curmudgeon,
I'll stop to allay a 'baker's dudgeon. |
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Oh no, if annos have to rhyme,
I'm really not sure I have the time. |
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Nam and Bub's sounds like a bar
Where bikers gather from points afar
To drink their beer right out of a jar
And blindly barf in the nearest parked car
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Ah, General W, prose.
Again, no time, I suppose. |
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I beg your pardon
I shouldn't have promised you a roof garden
Blinded by the sunshine
your foot got tangled in the creeping vine |
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When you fell you got a hold
to live and grow old
but let go oh oh oh oh
I beg your pardon
I shouldn't have promised you a roof garden |
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When this old world starts getting me down
And people are just too much for me to face
I climb way up to the top of the stars
And all my cares just drift right into space
On the roof it's peaceful as can be
And there the world below can't bother me
Let me tell you now... |
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... a little story,
About a fall from a roof and glory,
Where gardenias grew in sweet profusion,
Ah!, a summer of blind delusion! |
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I wandered off the edge, I fear,
30 floors from there to here,
The fall was nice, 'til I looked around,
To my surprise, I spied the ground. |
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The lights grew dim, my mind grew dark,
To wiser heads I should pay hark,
I hear the sound of approaching hooves,
Next life it's roofs, instead of "rooves". |
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No one stays
In Down Town these days.
Country calls, got us one and all. |
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[hollajam] has a newfound brother?
Of explanation there can be no other. |
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You're welcome to your expectation,
There seems no point to prolongation. |
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...story from a later time |
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Words I've spent from my fierce tongue
Make me feel I've come undone
Their rush has past, of course I'm spent
I simply offer my repent
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Once you said, "I'm *always* playing the game..."
A survival mode then is what I blame.
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Seek a nod? You seek in vain,
These tournaments but end in pain. |
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