 order. And if your name is not called out among these 10, then I can add you at this point. But once we start, nobody else gets added. So we got Noel, and I got George, I got Jim, Olivia, Lenin, Dan, who I call Stan, Mila, Newton, Hunter, and did I say Noel's name yet? Yes. Noel twice. And did I list anybody else? Did Hannah, did I not call your name? I may have called your name or I may not have, but you're on the list, okay. Rebecca, a number between one and ten, please. Nine. Nine. That means that Lenin is going to be our first slammer. Say where you are, Lenin. We're going to have to calibrate the judges first. Yeah. Sometimes the top is on the bottom. Like right here. There. Lenin, I need a number between one and ten. No repeats, please. Three. Good call. Newton! May I have a number between one and ten, please? Nice call. Mila. Where are you, darling? Where's Mila? There you are, of course. Seven. Seven. She's got a brand new number that nobody called. She paid attention. Jim, did you pay attention? Yes, because I know nobody's got ten yet. Nice call, Dan! A number between one and ten that hasn't been called. One. Nice. Hannah. I like this name. It's a palindrome. Lenin, do you know what a palindrome is? No. What is it? No. Or you don't know. Hunter, do you know? No. Mila, do you know? No, well, you know what a palindrome is, well. I don't know what a palindrome is. Do you like a race car or a f**k-o-cat? Do you know what a palindrome is? It's the same thing spelled forward and backward. Excellent. And then we have words that are just backwards. They say something different. That's kind of fun, too. Dermatitis. Sit tight on red. Yeah, I know. Revolution. No shoe lover. Constitute. Man, you'll have to work that out. Constitute. Two tits knock. Constitute. Two tits knock. Hannah. Yes, it is. It's what it is. Hannah, I didn't ever retrieve one in ten. It hasn't been called yet. Excellent. Hunter. Five. And that's Noel. Pressure's on. Two. Five. No, Hunter, you said five. Where are you? I'm here. Did you say five? I don't know. Do you like? No, I didn't say five. One. Oh, you only have one number left. What are you looking at before? Pass. We've got ten and then there's eight up. So that leaves you two numbers. That should be easy. Seven. Six. Six. Six was a good call. Are you slamming in your name? Yeah, I'm Izzy. Izzy, I met you before. I met you before. Izzy, are you slamming, sweetheart? Yes. And your name is? Caitlin. Kaylee. Kaylee, K-A-I-L-Y. Do I remember it right? No. No wonder I didn't remember it right. K-A-Y-L-I. Thanks, Kaylee. Now, where were we? We got somebody up there. We got Olivia up there. And Olivia gave me a six and that's George. George, have you been keeping track of the numbers? I want to add two. I want to add an 11 and a 12, but try not to call those. Did you say four? That man pays attention. Of course, he's been to Slam's beautiful. That's Hunter. I already went. He's already up. Hunter's already up? He is already up. I must have forgotten to cross him off. So, where do we go here? We have to deal with them between 11 and 12. I had to cross this floor. You're not supposed to be on the board twice, Hunter. So, we've got two numbers left. Izzy, give me a number between 11 and 12. 13. I'm going to call that Kaylee. And we'll finish off with Kaylee. A number, please. 11. Excellent. Izzy. Way over here. So, this is going to be an elimination slam. Which is to say that the three top scorers will come back for a second round. The slam off round. Now, Izzy, you've only got one poem. I can see it in your eyes. You were looking pained when I said that. I have to look full of them. She's got to look full of them. I only have one poem. So, those of you who only have one will read. I'm going to read my favorite poem. If you make it into the slam off round, you will say the same poem over, but you'll say it in a different way. So that way, you're still in the running for the fabulous prizes, which are up there and which I shall award to all three of the people in the playoff. Unless there's a tie, and we have four or five people in the playoff, and then I'll award them to the top three winners. Well, we have judges. When I call your name, judge, please step forward and receive the approbation of this extraordinary audience. Our first judge of the day is Rick. God, I don't know what happened to Rick. I want to judge, but he'll be agreed to be snuck out. What is your name, please? Stephanie? What qualifies you to be a judge? Not much at all. Now, if Rick comes back in, boo him. First judge, please step forward when your name is called is Michael. Qualifies you to be a judge, and he responded, and I quote, prior experience, and that's about it. That's Michael. I'm not cognitively here right now. Nothing. Did you want better? Because quote, what qualifies you, I said. She said, where are you? There you are. She said, not much at all. I'm basic arithmetic. Can you say the pledge with me, please? Which one? I will tell you. Repeat after me, because with your right hand in the air, Stephanie, you can't be out of there. Hi. Fill in your name. Hello. I will start over. Hi. In your name. Do hereby affirm that I shall remain objective throughout the slam. That I shall remain objective throughout the slam. Not giving unnecessarily high scores. Not giving unnecessarily high scores. To my sweethearts. To those who I wish would become my sweethearts. To those who I wish would become my sweethearts. Nor giving nasty and low scores. Nor giving nasty and low scores. To those for whom I hold disdain. To those for whom I hold disdain. To those for whom I hold disdain. The verse is the best of all. I can tell you all the way. Further. I understand. That I may give scores. All the way from zero. All the way from zero. Which means don't quit your day job. Which means don't quit your day job. All the way up to ten. All the way up to ten. Which means your poem and your performance blew my socks. All the way to Toledo. Which means your poem and your performance blew my socks. All the way to Toledo. Good. Usually they listen when I say this so that they can repeat me after. Be close anyway. Finally. I absolutely promise. I absolutely promise. To return the scorecard. To return the scorecard. To the slam. To the slam. At the end. At the end. At the end. If the audience approves these five people to serve as judges. You may return to your seats once you receive your scorecards. The official rules of slam from the Bible of poetry slam. Hewitt's Guide to Slam Poetry and Poetry Slam. Noel, does that look like me? Yes. That? My gosh. The poet shall perform original work only without props, costumes, or musical accompaniment within three minutes but with a ten second grace period in front of five judges who will score the work in a scoring range of zero to ten with decimal points to one place. And the highest and the lowest of those scores discarded. So what would be the highest score that a slammer could obtain? Yes, Noel. Excellent, Noel. How many tens would a person need to get a 30? Four. It's his first time somebody has gotten both questions right. To a slammer as we all keep in mind slammer Alan Wolfson Junction. The points are not the point. The point is the poet tree. Yes. Alright. Folks, at every slam there's a sacrificial poet. What does your eyes go way up in the air for again? Because I feel like a sacrifice already. You are not a sacrifice. I promise you that. We'll see what you score. We'll see. The poet is a person who gives of his or her talent with no hope of winning the fabulous prize. It's only for the judges to have an opportunity to set their particular base mark for scoring. What's so funny about that, Jim? I used to learn a word, right? It shouldn't be benchmark, but I said base mark. Because I wanted to see you laugh. We're done. The sacrificial poet is somebody who is so extraordinarily giving, and frankly I shall be your sacrificial poet. I'll have to time this because it can't go longer than three minutes in ten seconds. Half of me reclines on the cat. The other half hopes that he's okay. This is the longest time you'll ever have for scoring from now on. It'll be a lot faster. But right now, you're getting familiar with things, and I'm filling space by making noise on the count of three. One, two, three. Show me. I've got a 0.8. Boom. I've got a 0. Boom. What was that supposed to be? A 0.5. That was a 5.0. Are you confirming? She confirms a 5.1. A 7.8. A 0.1. And an 8.1. Oh! It's a 10 for the very discerning judge over there. He's learning. 0.9 for your savagery. At least I didn't know. Did you say those words? I must have been daydreaming. Let's hear it one more time just for the fun of it. I said he. I said I. Well, I'm dead as the said he. There it is. He wants to see a score. Yeah. The judge is on the count of three. One, two. One, two, three. Let me see them. I got a 6.8 from the meanie. A 7.5. A very confused judge with a 0.8. 8.0. 8.0, right? I have no idea. You hold it the way that he sees. Mathematically inclined, huh? 8.0. A 7.9. And a 9.7 and a 9.7 4, 8, 8, 6, 23. Same old. From once tears unabridged. Then spell them out on some paper to poke around with my pen. Picking my brain. Pushing around random life worries, events, thoughts, spawning words into little piles and phrases. Like arranging myself on a refrigerator door with little magnetic word blocks. Sometimes spicy, romantic or dicey. If nothing pitiful, perhaps political. Glad or sad. And before done, perhaps just writing something for fun. If the cup gets too dark, too strong, I may need to lighten up on some verbs. Or sweeten up with some spoons full of adjectives. Nothing like a strong cup of words to start the day. Words scrambled to tears. Words arranged to laugh. Words stacked to thoughts. Words calling back memories drifting in space. Or lost around the corner of every crooked path. Dancing words. Singing the blues and twisting the wine from the depths of my soul. Perhaps you'd like a cup. Grab one up. Whether you've got something to say or not, you might as well to sit with a steaming cup and think about something. Or nothing much at all. What have you got upstairs? Kicked. You've been kicked. On account of three judges, one, two, three, show me your money. I got ooh, ooh, ooh. A 6.5 from the Mimi. A 9.0 a 9.1 a 9.5 and a 9. Now some of you may not be aware of this but I think most of you are that I am Vermont's reigning poetry slam champion. What annoys me more than anything is that my score from these judges was a 20.9 and and Latin got a 23.4 that would make him the reigning Vermont poetry slam champion except that Newton came along and dethroned him. What have we got in store for us now with all hell breaking loose? Let's hit for meals. The house is always sunny. When I push my brother in the water my dad doesn't think it's funny. Loons are scary, picking berries going for rides in Phil's truck Wendy's fries pizza pies starry skies flips on the trampoline cooking worms even though it's mean catching fish letting them go happy with I'm happy winter's gone so I can swim. On the calipri judges look run I'm going to give you a little extra half two and a half two and three quarters giving the money yeah I've got a 6.0 from the new Mimi a 7.3 a 7.7 a 7.8 and a 9.5 to three fleeing from the rising full moon five or six of them huddled in the middle of the side road nodding their heads and plodding probably just searching for gravel for their gizzards when I was a young man I found a crow with a broken wing I fed it gave it a box to sleep in perched it on my shoulder whenever I walked into town one day I guess the wing it healed because that crow took off from my shoulder and never looked back I had named that crow mister something I don't remember for all I know it might have been a female you see I don't know anything about crows they don't know anything about me on the count of three one and a half two let me see what a split here a 7.1 a 7.5 a 9.1 a 9.6 and a 9.7 carry it to 8.17 a 26.2 an NPR that 200 bad poems in us this is statistically proven in high school is a good time to get rid of those starter dope and well on my way to sprawling 200 bad counting this one now in the ovens all gliviously convection's heating what's needed into form another lazy loaf almost ready for the has been can't wait to see the alchemy of 201 many known masters of metaphor keep on speaking and now analog and similes as if improving art might be discontinuous like not smelling the telling signs of baking barf about to count as 164 can't wait to see the alchemy of number 201 by now you might imagine this as rehearsing in reverse pleading irony as simply satire self-facing so prolifically while banking on some poser's pith that is all about how many grow stale and mold together in a dumb heap dump of doggerel can't wait to see the alchemy of number 201 preserving a line of this and a twist of that will not pardon preposterous pox of paradox and poppy seed in 43 or postpone the feet of fate of almost funding number 58 from being fat in obon pan of sourdough for 166 can't wait to see the alchemy of number 201 judges are furiously scrambling audience, remember your job is to influence the judges so if you don't like the score thank you if it's too high you can bone if it's too low you can bone if you like the score you can cheer it doesn't matter but I always add to you when we see these scores on the count of three 2 3 I want to see them oh yeah somebody likes that score I got a 7.4 boo a 7.6 the guy who gave the 7.6 booed the 7.4 friends who are only around when things are good and then they take off as soon as they get bad collect your emotional baggage in trunks and left them one step for pick up at your earliest convenience don't knock at the door when you come searching for pieces of yourself that you've stashed in my cabinets for safekeeping I no longer inhabit this house you helped me to build the rooms we painted lie empty and I have left no forwarding address stamp your regrets return to sender and don't bother those cards of the travels we planned under the door I have locked the garden gate and thrown away the key even as I still remember you gave me your spine when I could not stand alone rebuilt my shattered hour glasses when I thought my time was up patched the holes punched in the walls by careless cruelty the space lingered between our words where once we talked until three in the morning avoid that grew and grew in a static vacuum and sometimes there's nothing left to say only the echo of the door slam and whisper on the answering machine the empty kitchen strewn with crumpled musical notes after the last song is finished the party is over but I will be sure to sweep the tiles before I leave dishes, dash them neatly in the pantry put the chairs back smooth the curtains turn off the radio close the door behind me listen to the quiet and whisper, thank you for stopping by see me after the show kid on that kind of three charges wood two or three I wanted to see them I got who, yeah a 1.1 from the newest media law 7.2 I got an 8.4 I got an 8.7 a 9.5 10 this tradition in slam but it's traditional that I play a little musical number for the first 10 of the day now I want to call you Peggy I hope that's okay Peggy, you gave the 10 so this song should also be for you but Hannah earned it so I'm going to perform it for her but listen carefully because you're in my heart did you hear the 10 away now I have perfect silence would you say that again you threw the 10 away yeah I threw it away but it was a lovely 10 anyway I got to get my musical instrument out I got my musical instrument out that's how I tune it getting ready for you she's finally got a score up a 7.6 a 7.9 an 8.5 an 8.6 an 9.5 an 8 is 25.0 perfect world everyone is loved and accepted no matter what religion they practice in my perfect world if you love some of the same gender as you you are treated just the same in my perfect world if someone changes gender they're supported through that process in my perfect world violence war and cruelty are forgotten words children and even some adults have never heard them my perfect world represents everything I believe in but this world could be just like it all we have to do is stand up and try on the count of three one two three a 7.7 ensuring you you got this each gust sweeping the dust of self del and negativity up into the air like leaves of yesterday trust the wind she knows as you do good point I should have done that I like the thought of a tailwind carry it on in the poem let's hear about it oh my gosh I should have warned something today on the count of three judges one two three you're a little fast there on 8.5 an 8.6 a 7.0 a 9.5 and a 9.6 and I'm at 26.6 experience I had when I was in the fifth grade in Lindenville racing in Lindenville I could feel his hoof piece pounding around the backside of the track we were near the home stretch and I clung to his back I heard the announcer say that we were way out front and all of a sudden my horse took over and pulled an unexpected stunt he gulped off the track out through the cow barn gate to that place where I was about to meet my unexpected fate he took a four hoof skid to a place of my wedding and I went sailing over his head into a pile of fermented bedding I clung back on and down the home stretch we flew and joined the rest of the pack before the race was through inside of the pack when I did not win I was thankful for the place that I was in getting a lot of losing may be the most important part of a slam any race the winner wins he knew about before he was here and for those of us who do not win it's the brand new experience 3 judges 1 I'm going to do it backwards I'll start with 3 and I'll go to 9 I'll give you a little extra time because I don't know the backwards numbers as well 3, 2, 1 hold them up 7.3 for George 2 8.9 another 8.9 of the score I'm going to have lots of money and 1 million 13 years away I'm only 7 but that's the one much to you but one day I'm going to change the world I know but what's so special about me is my story is simple I'm not going to be famous or get a Nobel Peace Prize instead I'm going to be kind I'm going to be nice and I'll try to make everyone feel like I have a friend while everyone snickers I'm going to be the one that smiles while everyone cheeses I'll stand up while others are quiet I'm going to speak out I'll leave no voice left unheard and no matter how bad someone treats me I'm still going to treat them like every other person on this planet my goal is simple make the world a better place how? one smile can change someone's day that one hey could lead to many more but I can't do this alone if everyone is just friendly we can all change the world I want her to quote be the change you wish to see in the world now you tell me you want to say the world with me? yeah I'm doing the Spanish don't I still have 8.7 I got the 8.2 I got the 8.7 I got the 7.7 oh there they are 8.8 9.87 the team has come up with the three finalists and has determined that they should perform in reverse order from how they performed the first time around which means that our second act will be Olivia's they will know our Olivia's and their total scores combined shall determine their eligibility for one of the fabulous prizes that are being offered today thanks to river rock school let's have a river rock to give those finalists an opportunity to get their feathers together I'm going to offer Izzy an opportunity to offer us a second poem we will not score it and then Kaylee will have a shot George will be welcome et cetera so if you don't have a little arrow by your name I'm going to ask you if you'd like to perform Izzy would you like to offer us a second poem yeah we're not showing weakness for being perfect news flash they will never be perfect those of us who see the world as it is see the world as bad, corrupted, unkind society rejects us they disregard us they try to help us they brainwash us to make us like them but what they don't see is our reasoning the reason we see the glass half empty is because the glass needs to be filled we see the world as a bad place because we've grown accustomed to being unkind even though I'm only 12 it's sad how ice can see more than some adults it's no wonder most Americans are afraid I understand that to some point our depression can be bad but think about this maybe it's good to think of the cons before the pros but I know we even want to brainwash us all so why can't you just stop the people who make the world unkind even the people even those people can leave a negative impact on someone's life there will always be the people who see the negative but you can reduce the people who do the negative I'm not saying brainwash them you can't change someone's outlook on life but you can try to change someone's output on life kids walk up to the kids who sit alone at lunch sit with them, talk to them you don't have to be their friend just make them feel like they're not alone teens, most of us use social media we see the damage that it can do walk up to that kid that may have been hurt either if they're at school or online tell them that what happened was not okay that you don't believe in those hurtful words that those people had no right to make them feel bad tell them that those bullies would go away just make them feel better adults, be the heroes of today show your kids that they can do good inspire them to change the world I'm not saying you should change how they see the world just how the world sees them everybody whether you see the glass half full or half empty that's how you see the world no one can change that but you but how you feel about the world let those good people in society help change your feelings for the better now let me ask you will you try to change the world try to change how others see the world or will you try to change the world for the better thank you I would be bored if I was bored I would be happy if I was happy I would be if I was you I would press that red button in the state college back in 1956 there was a pond just outside the classroom down on the pond just over the hill there lived a young muskrat and his name was Bill Bill was not as happy as he could be so he went out looking for some company he asked Tom Fox have you seen Sally and Tom replied she's down in the valley Bill found her there beneath a tree and she was just as pretty as a muskrat could be Bill got his courage put his shyness aside and he asked pretty Sally if he is bride she said she'd marry if he'd never leave her and so they were married by Deacon Veeber there was a guy in the class with the name of Bill and the teacher was a preacher on the weekend everybody was kind of pulled in there there yeah I don't have another one well then you can sit it out okay everybody has that oh you're oh I see what I'm saying you better come up with one lost in my family I went into therapy to try and figure out how to handle it then a couple years ago I found out that my therapist who I really loved had Alzheimer's and that this is called your voice stays with me we never exchanged Christmas cards though I must have tried post-hoc to wit you were Jewish and I have no faith but that was not why we would not be friends whatever passions and occupations we in common have it was a staggering intimacy of my almost hour regurgitating anger and shame of being only me but hell the paradigms of principal privacy are simply breached by the grace of gratitude refreshing memory you are still listening ears of past hearing the present for safekeeping and gut seeking on this perilous path I stumble of course but I fall less to temerity and temptation with whispers of encouragement an eyebrow of concern and sweet forgiveness when I am deaf but acting dumb again and yet again anguish blew my sails and grief gripped my tides tossed my sick soul into your gently knowing net you never said much then or since tendering me to some horizon of hidden truth with a curious view it was magic I could never see the tricks of my very own trade and only lost my guard in looking you mind meaning when I was empty from excavating family fault lines almost suffocating in the ether of life's too sad or fresh air to spare the embrace of what you did not say comforts me when I am hideous and harsh as reflections of your wise inquiry light the darkness of doubt in all of my days woo! Jimmy, you got another poem? yeah sure come here for a German plea it's another sad one short though it's called to a young poet lay palm up on either side of you beautiful wings of a moth that rests or pinned on display no longer trembling over piano keys or searching for nubbins on a rock face but still and pure as if it were through them your soul had passed okay my work is called one summer day me and my brother in the boy next door were sitting minding our own business when out of the blue my dad comes in and says you guys need to go outside who came up with that crazy idea but hey how bad could it be well for a summer day it was colder than most so after we were outside for a couple minutes we went silently through the basement door and sat plotting our revenge we were walking around thinking how do we get upstairs when there it was in front of our faces the step ladder so we carefully put it under the laundry shoot and climbed up step by step and as I felt my hands touch the lid I opened it and popped and then there was my dad the closet door what are you doing he says and it was I had a feeling that toward the end it hadn't been written down you were kind of extemporizing you were freestyling weren't you as they go along basically but this is a true story Linda was learning how to swim and she did float for 30 seconds I was really happy and I was proud of her until I heard that she got two packages and two pieces of lightsabers lightsabers the little candies that yes that's what I said lightsabers those little candies that are like a little round so I was really jealous and I kept saying they are making a mountain out of a molehill until now, now happy and I think that's perfectly worthy you know for a moment here I'm just going to buy a little time in case anybody needs to spruce up their poem and I'm thinking when will I have another exciting opportunity when will there be great fun as much as we've had today this much and when will everybody here be welcome to come and perform during National Poetry Month what? you didn't know it was National Poetry Month I don't know it is, welcome to April April was when I had a job and the rest of the 11 months I sit around and look at my phone yeah I like that you should be writing I should be writing so when are we going to have fun again Newton when do you think we'll have fun again at the end of April at the Aldrich Library or show up at Lonson Nation Theater in a couple of days wow I asked for one event he named two number one event in reverse order of what he offered this coming Wednesday at Lost Nation Theater and anything goes slammed now anything goes means it doesn't have to be original work it could be work of Billy Collins or anybody it can also be your own original work but anything goes it means also dancers are welcome to perform we are invited I've had a fella came in second down in South Pomfret two years ago at an anything goes slam a young man a little younger than you Bruce me? yeah and the young man got up on stage and he did a judo demonstration and he pulled in second twice pretty amazing well I'm going to do knife throwing then the main point is you get not three minutes but up to five minutes on stage wow anything goes sign up at quarter to seven at Lost Nation Theater and be there as audience at seven and then at six o'clock if you'd like free pizza the Aldrich Public Library at six use the back entrance please no it's another anything goes slam at six o'clock at six thirty we'll have a brief writing activity and then at quarter till seven the slam itself begins that's Friday the last Friday of this month just before on Wednesday the 25th at Lost Nation Theater now are we ready please put your hands together for round two this guy just came up with it out of my comfort zone the church at the stone wall best home fries in town love signs a must hate signs are nuts people on buses stop broken cars are rusting walk I say hey you just hey you just cussed did you smell that smells like a skunk is rotten on the count of three they're furiously scrambling on the count of three judges one two three I want to see oh my god oh your eight is upside down makes me wonder about all those sixes you were offering 8.4 and 8.5 and 8.5 and 8.7 and 8.9 7 is 13 a 52 what did I say 53.2 well you're wrong do my math yeah I got it thank you Ron at seventeen years old we danced the night away to an electronic beat spinning on a melody floating away teenage bodies so higher than the clouds have so far to fall when he came for 17 of their bodies emptied his magazine into their swirling vortex I imagine I heard them fall like the branches of the aged maple deep in the forest felt their ancient stone crumble they have been here before and we have been here before our bodies jingling in the pockets of those who should protect us bleached bone trading cards scattered on legislative floors and maybe I'm tired of writing about this perverse dance tired of treading on this floor taking care enough to soak my shoes in their blood collecting their teeth a roadmap to know where we are going nowhere on the road to hell is not paved with good intentions but with the bodies of twenty children who died within pastel walls clinging to construction paper and magic markers I don't know what words I can use when babies and bullets threaded together didn't move you yeah well I got a real meanie a 9.6 if I could back then I used to call her on the phone to kind you all with the receiver from the cradle and her voice said number please her phone rings one long too short if she didn't answer another word she'd be lying she ain't to home for three days gone to Boston didn't worry about homeland security back then everybody listened to him many years have come and gone and so too phones changing with stretchy cord phones reached out to touch somebody with a long curly tankly cord taking the world's first bungee jump that lets you walk and talk and work with your own personal line later a rotary dial soon giving way to push button musical melodies and then freedom with the cordless phone which brought together families in conversation why don't you leave the phone today we all worship with our own cool cell phone social conversation happens round lips with people we can't see bringing new complexity I stepped out to my current curbside hi there how are you came the voice of a man shingling upon a roof looking up I said hello he turned away a cell phone pressed against his head problems are no longer just calling people with hi where are you but borrowing a phone to call your own phone with the same question this year at family Christmas 21 people each with cell phones heard one ring seven reach like cowboys to draw their guns the number up for only one grandma to sit front porch and rock come you should say let's talk grandma if you can hear me these days you ain't rocking let's you're walking when you're talking in today's world everybody must get phoned don't you love those scorecards you may not know it but they actually have been photocopied from the Bible but I have copies in the back of my car I carry them in the trunk in case anybody would want to buy one because you know it has those numbers all printed nice right on the pages how could you do worse I don't know don't answer out of three judges two three I want to see them ooh 9.9 a 9.5 another 9.5 a 9.7 and a 9.8 17 a 28.7 and 6 is 13 6 a 56 0.3 I offer you a mystery prize from baguitos and a book certificate from our pond books yeah I'll take the book yeah hold on to that Juana congratulations Hannah left hand this one that's my left this is your there you are it's unbelievable born tonight please welcome for the judges Peggy Lynn where are you Lynn I keep forgetting where you are she told me her name was Virginia Woolf we got Michael a nice job from Michael and somebody else did we only didn't we have one more judge she's looking out the window let's hear from them judges