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To: Volsi Mimir who wrote (7118)	2/9/2001 6:06:26 PM
From: dadpoet	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 13018

A fly did light upon my pie, with hopes of having bite to eat. "Consume the pie, dear fly", said I, "but first, I pray you, wipe your feet." You asked for it! ;>)

To: Volsi Mimir who wrote (7118)	2/9/2001 7:53:29 PM
From: mr.mark	Respond to of 13018

the odds against there being a bomb on a plane are a million to one, and against two bombs, a million times a million to one. next time you fly, cut the odds and take a bomb. - benny hill

To: Volsi Mimir who wrote (7118)	2/15/2001 12:27:09 PM
From: HG	Respond to of 13018

Poem ? Who me ? No way ! I erase written words too quickly.... I'll find a poem for you <smile> This one's nostalgic....and most of us know the feeling Tragedy I always wanted a red baloon, It only cost a dime, But Ma said it was risky, They broke so quickly, And besides, she didn’t have the time; And even if she did, she didn’t Think they were worth a dime. We lived on a farm, and I only went To one circus and fair, And all the baloons I ever saw Were there. There were yellow ones and blue ones, But the kind I liked the best Were red, and I don’t see why She couldn’t have stopped and said That maybe I could have one- But she didn’t-I suppose that now You can buy them anywheres, And that they still sell red ones At circuses and fairs. I got a little money saved; I got a lot of time, I got no one to tell me how to spend my dime; Plenty of balloons-but somehow There’s something died inside of me, And I don’t want one-now. <Jill Spargur>