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To: bela_ghoulashi who wrote (17123)	11/17/2000 9:45:00 AM
From: lindelgs	Respond to of 65232

Good morning Bland - The title of this article struck a chord with me. Report suggests advance planning to steal election. Does this ring bells with anyone else? You know...How the Grinch Stole Christmas! Except we all know that in the end, he didn't stop Christmas from coming...it came - somehow it came just the same. Sorry gang - its just the 4 year old in me. Thanks for the articles Bland- Leggy lou who You're a Mean One, Mr. Grinch Author: Dr. Seuss You're a mean one, Mr. Grinch. You really are a heel. You're as cuddly as a cactus, You're as charming as an eel. Mr. Grinch. You're a bad banana With a greasy black peel. You're a monster, Mr. Grinch. Your heart's an empty hole. Your brain is full of spiders, You've got garlic in your soul. Mr. Grinch. I wouldn't touch you, with a thirty-nine-and-a-half foot pole. You're a vile one, Mr. Grinch. You have termites in your smile. You have all the tender sweetness Of a seasick crocodile. Mr. Grinch. Given the choice between the two of you I'd take the seasick crockodile. You're a foul one, Mr. Grinch. You're a nasty, wasty skunk. Your heart is full of unwashed socks Your soul is full of gunk. Mr. Grinch. The three words that best describe you, are, and I quote: "Stink. Stank. Stunk." You're a rotter, Mr. Grinch. You're the king of sinful sots. Your heart's a dead tomato splot With moldy purple spots, Mr. Grinch. Your soul is an apalling dump heap overflowing with the most disgraceful assortment of deplorable rubbish imaginable, Mangled up in tangled up knots. You nauseate me, Mr. Grinch. With a nauseaus super-naus. You're a crooked jerky jockey And you drive a crooked horse. Mr. Grinch. You're a three decker saurkraut and toadstool sandwich With arsenic sauce. Copyright © 1957, Dr. Seuss.