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Strategies & Market Trends : Piffer OT - And Other Assorted Nuts -- Ignore unavailable to you. Want to Upgrade?

To: Stoctrash who wrote (22421)	3/9/2000 12:45:00 PM
From: Lost1	Read Replies (2) \| Respond to of 63513

I already had HLIT, just wanted to let my piffer friends in on a buying OP. I would like more shares but it's already well represented in Lostworld. You need a SONG? I'm listening to this right now. It should work just fine as a pick me up for FredEEE hjem.get2net.dk The summer wind, came blowin' in - from across the sea It lingered there, so warm and fair - to walk with me All summer long, we sang a song - and strolled on golden sand Two sweethearts, and the summer wind Like painted kites, those days and nights - went flyin' by The world was new, beneath a blue - umbrella sky Then softer than, a piper man - one day it called to you And I lost you, to the summer wind The autumn wind, and the winter wind - have come and gone And still the days, those lonely days - go on and on And guess who sighs his lullabies - through nights that never end My fickle friend, the summer wind

To: Stoctrash who wrote (22421)	3/9/2000 1:12:00 PM
From: Jorj X Mckie	Respond to of 63513

Thanks for the heads up. I got in and am already up a couple of points.

To: Stoctrash who wrote (22421)	3/9/2000 1:23:00 PM
From: feewaybill	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 63513

Hi Fred, Not a love song but might be what you need to get back on track. The Autumn Wind The autumn wind is a pirate, Blustering in from the sea, For the rollicking song, Who sleeps along, Swaggering boisterously, His face is weather-beaten, he wears a hooded sache, With a silver hat about his head, and a bristling black moustache, he growls as he storms the country, A villain, big and bold, and the trees all shake,and the quiver and quake, As he robs them of their gold. The Autumn wind is a Raider, Pillaging just for fun, He'll knock you around and upside down, and laugh when he's conquered and won.