September 14, 2003.   2:04 in the afternoon.
One Last Drink At the Regal Beagle



When he entered the Gates of Heaven, do you think the angels were singing:

Come and knock on our door
We've been waiting for you
Where the kisses are hers and hers and his
Three's company, too

Come and dance on our floor
Take a step that is new
We've a loveable space that needs your face
Three's company, too

You'll see that life is a ball again
Laughter is calling for you
Down at our rendezvous...
Three's company, too

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