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To: Rainy_Day_Woman who wrote (23490)	4/4/2002 7:20:24 PM
From: Venkie	Read Replies (3) \| Respond to of 23786

Damit $herry..I'm a techie not a magician. You can't just walk away over some foolish little issues. Everyone deserves a break...even me. OK OK OK......I hv a brand new GOLD MASTER CARD WITH ZERO DEBT..$20,00.00 LIMIT..How does that make you feel ? Paris. I will even take you to TIJUANA MEXICO..Hell we might even run in Gloop down there.. BTW..You never named a room after me on S_I....Gloop Room. I never said a word about that little room and who knows what went on behind closed doors..What about your relationship with Shootie...After all the yrs and I never said a word<shootie<. Lets not let the kettle call the pot black.Just love me and lets move on to the next arena-stage....GOLD CARDS...TIJUANA..What more could you ask for.

To: Rainy_Day_Woman who wrote (23490)	4/4/2002 7:38:16 PM
From: Venkie	Respond to of 23786

For You Little Darlin' love is not a crime if it is then let me do my time lock my heart up, throw away the key I'm a prisoner that don't wanna go free Come on baby, kill me with a kiss come on make me die of happiness I know whiskey makes a man a fool but darlin' whiskey ain't got nothin' on you Tell the doctor he ain't got no cure I'm a goner baby that's for sure Tell the lawman he ain't got no gun that can hurt me like the way you've done Come on baby heal me with a kiss come on make me die of happiness love will taste as sweet as muscat wine but then go down more like turpentine Little darlin' skies are meant to be blue songbirds to sing and I was meant to love you