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LnR 003 (Replay)
Dialogue
A: Hey, do you want to (wanna) watch the football game tonight? The New England Patriots are playing.
B: I hate the Patriots! I'm a Dallas Cowboys fan myself.
A: The Cowboys? They haven't been good for ages!
B: Who cares? I still love them (love 'em). I bet they'll beat the Patriots this year.
A: Ain't no way! My team's too good. Anyhow, do you want to (wanna) watch the game?
B: Yeah, sure. I've got nothing (nothin') better to do. Do you want me to bring anything?
A: Nah, I've got some snacks here already. Just bring yourself.
B: You got it. See you about 8.
A: Great. See you then.
"Loveliest of Trees", a poem by A. E. Housman from the book of poetry "A Shropshire Lad"
Loveliest of trees, the cherry now,
Is hung with bloom along the bough.
And stands about the woodland ride
Wearing white for Eastertide.
Now, of my threescore years and ten,
Twenty will not come again,
And take from seventy springs a score,
It only leaves me fifty more.
And since to look at things in bloom
Fifty springs are little room,
About the woodlands I will go
To see the cherry hung with snow.
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LnR 003 (Replay)
Dialogue
A: Hey, do you want to (wanna) watch the football game tonight? The New England Patriots are playing.
B: I hate the Patriots! I'm a Dallas Cowboys fan myself.
A: The Cowboys? They haven't been good for ages!
B: Who cares? I still love them (love 'em). I bet they'll beat the Patriots this year.
A: Ain't no way! My team's too good. Anyhow, do you want to (wanna) watch the game?
B: Yeah, sure. I've got nothing (nothin') better to do. Do you want me to bring anything?
A: Nah, I've got some snacks here already. Just bring yourself.
B: You got it. See you about 8.
A: Great. See you then.
"Loveliest of Trees", a poem by A. E. Housman from the book of poetry "A Shropshire Lad"
Loveliest of trees, the cherry now,
Is hung with bloom along the bough.
And stands about the woodland ride
Wearing white for Eastertide.
Now, of my threescore years and ten,
Twenty will not come again,
And take from seventy springs a score,
It only leaves me fifty more.
And since to look at things in bloom
Fifty springs are little room,
About the woodlands I will go
To see the cherry hung with snow.
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