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To: Tomato who wrote (2)	1/7/1998 1:44:00 PM
From: Tomato	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 138

Winspear, yet more... THE IMPOSSIBLE DREAM To dream the impossible dream, To find dykes [or dypes, or pipes] the size of a whale, To have on the Board of Directors, Good folks who won't end up in jail To drill holes that will hit the mark, To love breccia both find and coarse, To try to search mineral pathways, to reach the unreachable source This is my quest, to follow that train, No mateer how costly, no matter what pain, To drill all the holes, without respite or pause, To be willing to go under lakes for this heavenly cause And I know, if I just follow through with my billiant design, That my stock will go higher and split And that all will be fine And the world will be better for this, That our men with stock scorned at the bourse, Still drilled, with our last dime of money, To reach the unreachable source This is my quest to follow that train, No matter how costly, not matter what pain, To drill all the holes, without respite or pause, And to dream the impossible dream I DON'T WANT A NICKEL (From Alice's Restaurant with Arlo Guthrie) or WSP at 1.80 I don't want a nickel, Just want to see the share price triple, And I don't want to cry, Just want to see the share price fly, It was late last nite, the other day, Thought Winspear had a real great day, They just issued a great release, But now the market thinks the stock has fleas, I don't want a nickel, Just want to see the share price triple And I don't want to cry, Just want to see the share price fly, The day is early, there's more to go, Newsletter writers sure can make things grow, Bishop might issue a fax update, That could make our little stock move great, And I don't want a nickel, Just want to see the share price triple, And I don't want to die, Just want to see the share price fly, Now I must leave you on Memorial Day, The Indy 500 should be on its way, A race where cars are going fast and hazardous, The name of our stock will go from Winspear to Lazarus, And I don't want a nickel, Just want to see our share price triple, And I don't want to cry, Just want to see the share price fly COUNTING FLOWERS ON THE WALL Counting diamonds from the drill, Why does Winspear's price stand still?, Lots of diamonds in the core, But the stock's like a cheap whore, It just slides right down and sells itself at any price, Don't it know, that's not very nice? Last year the stock was doing well and analysts said "buy", This year they drilled, found dykes and more and saw the stock price die Counting diamonds on your knee, What's this market want to see? We've got planetary farts, That brought diamonds to these parts, Waiting for the folks at Lakefield to prove things are fine, Don't tell me, we won't have a mine

To: Tomato who wrote (2)	1/7/1998 1:45:00 PM
From: Tomato	Read Replies (2) \| Respond to of 138

Continuing... CAROLINA (AND LAKEFIELD RESEARCH) IN MY MIND In my mind I'm going to Lakefield Research, Don't see no confusion, Just doin' caustic fusion, And when they're finished with the rock, The news will move the stock, Yes, I'm going to Lakefield Research in my mind. Winspear is good company, but they don't do too much promotion, But as a clear result the stock price gets demotion So I'm goin', goin' Goin' to Lakefiled Research in my mind. In my mind I'm going to Lakefield Research, There they give rock contusions, Got no Bre-X collusions, And when they're finished with the rock, The news will move the stock, Yes, I'm going to Lakefield Research in my mind. \|26 METERS ACROSS SNAP LAKE, or 26 MILES ACROSS THE SEA, or DIAMOND WILLIE'S SONG 26 Meters from Snap Lake's shores, Lives a distant relative of dinosaurs, His name is Diamond Willie, The monster of Snap Lake, Snap Lake, Snap Lake, Snap Lake Don't let him scare you cause he's just a nice guy, He's Paleozoic and he always says "hi," His name is Diamond Wille, The monster of Snap Lake, Snap Lake, Snap Lake, Snap Lake He measures 30 meters from his front to his rear, 100 carat diamonds in each cute little ear, His name is Diamond Wille, The monster of Snap Lake, Snap Lake, Snap Lake, Snap Lake You don't need geophysics or seismic or more, All you do is follow Willie down Snap Lake's floor, He'll show you diamonds, The monster of Snap Lake, Snap Lake, Snap Lake, Snap Lake Willie lived inside the lake when diatremes came, Folks say Pyroclatics is just his middle name, His name is Diamond Willie, The monster of Snap Lake, Snap Lake, Snap Lake, Snap Lake Ask him a question and Willie will say, There's lots of pipes and dykes and gemstones this way, Go and follow Willie, The monster of Snap Lake, Snap Lake, Snap Lake, Snap Lake THIS STOCK IS YOUR STOCK by Woody Tomato This stock is your stock, this stock is my stock, From Manitoba, to Botswana bedrock, From the Snap Lake waters to Vancouver's high rise, This stock was made for you and me We've got some diamonds near a Lake called Camsell, And Sohpie Taylor, she's a real damsel, We've got our Russians and a first rate drill crew, This stock was made for you and me As I was walking that ribbon of dyke way, I saw right near it an endless pipe way, It went to Lakefield to count the carats, This stock was made for you and me The stock price languished despite the good news, It made supporters reach out for their booze, When the dust has settled a voice is chanting, This stock is made for you and me SOMEWHERE UNDER THE TUNDRA Somewhere under the tundra Way down low There are precursor dykes and there also is a blow Somewhere under the tundra Carats lie Carats Aber and Winspear will mine for you and I Sometime in June the diamond count will be released And values will astound me The dykes they've found will be real stars Like Ellen or the sun or Mars They will remind me Somewhere under the tundra Carats lie So fine when Liz Taylor sees them She'll just turn green and die If old Liz Taylor could just die When seeing diamonds then our stock will fly OUR DAY WILL COME Our day will come, And we'll have everything, Dykes, sills, and pipes, And Bobby's dogs will sing Lakefield will tell us we've got a pricey hulk, So don't you sulk, Next sample - bulk Our day will come, Diamet will be outdone, Carats real fine, And lots of them per ton, And Winspear just like a Phoenix will fly high, And reach the sky, Our day will come RUDOLPH THE RED-NOSED REINDEER -MEET DIAMOND WILLIE Willie the Snap Lake Monster, Had a very shiny skin, Covered with lots of diamonds, From his head down to his fin Nessie and other monsters, Laughed at his big shiny tails, They thought that Diamond Willie, Bought them cheap one day at Zale's Then one foggy tundra day, Randy Turner said, "You know where the diamonds are, Show me and you'll be a star" Then Willie flipped his tail fin, Said "You can drill here," with glee, Willie the Snap Lake Monster, You'll go down in history TOMORROW The stock price will rise tomorrow Bet your bottom dollar that tomorrow It will soar Just thinking about tomorrow Makes me want to margin and to borrow To buy more With the price in a range that's down and dirty I just look out ahead and climb my mount Oh the stock price will rise tomorrow So you've got to hang on till tomorrow's Diamond count Tomorrow, tomorrow, I love you tomorrow, And carats in large amounts

To: Tomato who wrote (2)	1/7/1998 7:55:00 PM
From: Tomato	Respond to of 138

more... IF I WAS A CARPENTER, AND YOU WERE A LADY If I was a CEO, and you were a peon, Would you like the option scam? Whose side would you be on? If you bought at four fifteen, Could you defend it? No, you'd say your CEO Was a real bandit Taking money from the poor, Give'n'it to the wealthy, He's a reverse Robin Hood, With a bankbook healthy If I was an officer, and you a shareholder, Would you call a spade a spade, Would things feel much colder? Must reverse this stealing now, Though I guess it's legal, Call a big press conference soon, Time to act more regal If I was a CEO, and you were a peon, Would you like the option scam? Whose side would you be on? \| IMAGINE by Don Quixotomato, tillting at Winspers Imagine no repricing, I wonder if you can, Shareholders not being shafted, Equality of man, Imagine Randy Turner, Saying, "I was wrong" Oh, you may think I'm a dreamer, But I'm not the only one, Maybe the board will join us, And we'll live in peace as one Imagine greed and avarice, The law of karma too, That gives some bad directors, Their comeuppance and due, Imagine intervention by some cosmic plan, You may think I've just lost it, But such things someitimes take place, If directors don't clean up their act, Things could blow up in their face* Imagine they're not greedy, It's easy if you try, Working for our best interests, Fiduciaries who aren't sly, Imagine all directors, Patient for rewards, You might say I'm a dreamer, But I'm not the only one, If they act in our best interests, Maybe we can all have fun Blowin in the Wind How many times can an option re-price Before they call it a scam How many shares must some officers grab Before they are forced on the lam How many e-mails can people ignore Before folks admit they've been slammed The answer my friend is blowin in the wind The answer is blowin in the wind How many people can one board screw Before their conscience says whore, How many millions of bucks must they have Before they don't think they need more How many times must they put themselves first, And pretned that shareholders aren't sore, The answer my friend, is blowin in the wind The answer is blowin in the wind LEANING ON A LAMP POST (from an idea from Marcos on the gardening thread) I'm pissing from the Winspear tent just waiting for results, And for a certian CEO to come by Oh me, oh my, I hope the CEO will say why I don't think he will get away From shareholders who'll have their day And private placement folks who ask why Oh me, oh my I don't think Randy's reasons will fly There's no explanation for this deed, The only good reason is pure greed The e-mails just pile up for no need Just say you don't care how, you want your bonus now He's not at all accountable His votes are insurmountable And anyone can understand why I'm pissing on the Winspear tent until a news release In which a certain CEO explains why\| YOU'VE LOST THAT LOVIN' FEELIN' You never raise your price, when I check your quote, And there's no tenderness like before in your diluted float, You're trying hard not to show it, But baby, something baby, I know it You've lost that Diamet feelin', Woh oh, that Aber feelin, You've lost that home run feelin', Now it's gone, gone, gone Woh oh oh oh You never show drill maps when I seek results And girl you're startin' to get upset and just trade insults It makes me just feel like cryin' 'Cause baby, something beautiful's dyin' You've lost that Diamet feelin' Wow oh that Aber feelin' You've lost that home run feelin' Now it's gone, gone, gone Woh oh oh oh Baby, baby, I'd sing your praise 'till my throat did parch, If that would get your price up, to where it was in March, You were a stock, a stock you don't find every day, So don't don't don't don't let it slip away

To: Tomato who wrote (2)	1/31/1998 5:41:00 PM
From: Tomato	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 138

BATTLE HYMN OF THE ZIPPERGATE Oh, my eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Pres, Intercourse is not his preference and I must do what he says, There's a nasty stain now on my dress, I'll get it cleaned and pressed, And then I will be gone Glory, Glory, Hallelujah! Polls confirm Big Creep's approval, There's slim chance of his removal, The cover up goes on Vernon Jordan is a sweet man and a job he'll find for me, If I sign this affidavit saying, "Sex? Not with Big He!" But I don't much like to lie although I'm used to it you see, I"ll sign it and be gone Glory, Glory, Hallelujah! Polls confirm Big Creep's approval, There's slim chance of his removal, The cover up goes on I must call my good friend Linda Tripp, she's been such a friend and more, And I don't believe that Bennett dude who says she's like a whore, Who would sell her mother out for a book deal- I think he's sore, His client is a con Glory, Glory, Hallelujah! Polls confirm Big Creep's approval, There's slim chance of his removal, The cover up goes on Why do I have this bad feeling that my life might soon be frayed? Could it be that Linda Tripp's no friend- that she had me betrayed? This Ritz Carleton seems funny - 20 suits coming this way The Feds are marching on Glory, Glory, Hallelujah! Polls confirm Big Creep's approval, There's slim chance of his removal, The cover up goes on There are those who say my mouth's too big, that I am kind of dumb, But my mouth's the perfect size to make the Free World's leader come, What a wicked world we live in that would cause me to be shunned, The truth will soon come out Glory, Glory, Hallelujah! Polls confirm Big Creep's approval, There's slim chance of his removal, The cover up goes on Yes, I screwed my drama teacher and befriended his old wife, After five years of good loving, he betrays me, gives me strife, Holds a press conference and slanders me - what's happening with my life? At least my name's in lights! Glory, Glory, Hallelujah! Polls confirm Big Creep's approval, There's slim chance of his removal, The cover up goes on Though I might be soon indicted thanks to Tripp and Kenneth Starr, Seems my presidential kneepads have for now taken me far, In the old days what I've done would bring me feathers and some tar, Now I'm a super star! Glory, Glory, Hallelujah! Polls confirm Big Creep's approval, There's slim chance of his removal, The cover up goes on Copyright 1998 Wayne Aaronson