Several Correct Tweets

I can't thank all of you enough for all of your inspiring tweets. These are the finalists:

Doke Dwoggins of Pole Vault, Hawaii offered this drop of silver:

"Please give them my number: I have a dance house and they call me the Prince Of The Prance there. I don't want to be left alone in my own dance house because if you've seen someone dancing alone you start to feel like you should stay away because they know something you don't know and I don't want that to happen to my business."

Hoagie Bogito of Hypodrome, North Dakota writes titularly:

"What A Splendid Thought Process Must Have Brought About This Particular Occasion Of Immersion. Would That I Could Assist My Gentle Blogger In His Good Project: If Only My Own Situation Accessed Such Inspiration As Could Help Him Upon A Train."

John Dowland gripes tiresomely:

If my complaints could passions move,
Or make Love see wherein I suffer wrong:
My passions were enough to prove,
That my despairs had governed me too long.
O Love, I live and die in thee,
Thy grief in my deep sighs still speaks:
Thy wounds do freshly bleed in me,
My heart for thy unkindness breaks:
Yet thou dost hope when I despair,
And when I hope, thou mak'st me hope in vain.
Thou say'st thou canst my harms repair,
Yet for redress, thou let'st me still complain.

Vicky "Prime Time" Winters quotes: "Age is an issue of mind over matter. If you don't mind, it doesn't matter." The Buddha

Paulette Vickers insists: "You should talk about my son: I don't know why you can't do a better job"

This is Greg Lump's poem:

"Riding The Rails"

These da vinci hobos know my name
i climb aboard and smell the coal steamin'
just a down-and-out no one with a head full of snuff
a pain in my chest and a head full of dreams
tuscaloosa to timbuktu
'cause life is just a crazy dream

Local Misanthrope Ron Don Housemaster had an interesting and subversive take:

"Thank you all so much for visiting my twitter. I just love to tweet and--oh, maybe you want to know what I had for breakfast b/c that's so interesting. In 140 characters or less let me write something really significant like every other tweet" @sarcasm

Ottis "Slim" Whitman calls from the grave:

When I'm calling you
Oo-Oo-Oo-Oo, Oo-Oo-Oo-Oo
Will you answer too?
Oo-Oo-Oo-Oo, Oo-Oo-Oo-Oo

That means I offer my love to you to be your own
If you refuse me I will be blue, waiting all alone

But if when you hear my love call ringing clear
Oo-Oo-Oo-Oo, Oo-Oo-Oo-Oo
And I hear your answering echo so dear
Oo-Oo-Oo-Oo, Oo-Oo-Oo-Oo
Then I will know our love will come true"

Giant S. Monster finally revealed the big secret:

"I can't figure out how has 595,842 hits so far: As of May eighth, 2014, the site has been online for 1,755 days: that means an average of 339 hits per day. Tell me something: how does a site whose average hits per day is on a good day maybe ten square with that kind of web traffic, an extreme of traffic unreached even by the gate of peace?

"Oh, let me guess, back in Twenty "Learn to Count to Forty Seven in Latin" Ten you reached even more than 339 hits a day? It doesn't add up.

"Whenever I read one of your posts I shake my head and think to myself, 'Go back to bed, dude.'"

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