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To: Ditchdigger who wrote (39467)	1/31/1998 8:26:00 AM
From: Ditchdigger	Respond to of 55532

Next question, is there a bona-fide contract? Would you transfer $5m to this company on a letter, without a contract? DD PS: IMO, it is just mind-boggling, how many unanswered questions there are about this company-even after the 8K..this would make a great mini series..could the money be comming from a japanese movie mogal<vbg>, starring Jackie Chan?

To: Ditchdigger who wrote (39467)	1/31/1998 9:12:00 AM
From: Ditchdigger	Respond to of 55532

And todays poem: "DOG" By Bill Foster His flying feet skimming, a jagged ice clump, With razor sharp edge that can cut. They bred him to run in the icy frontier, With half frozen fish in his gut. His veins hold a flood of the Malamute blood, His teeth show no yellow with age, His flanks, long and lean and his eyes they are keen, Like scars that adorn his rib cage, He runs at the head of a Husky dog sled, Like wind, through the powdered snow drifts, The mightiest dog that has ever been born, And he scales big Alaska's high cliffs, He feels not the clip, of the cold rawhide whip, He's immune to the loud scream of "mush", He's anxious to run for the joy and the fun, Through the ice and the snow and the slush. His hair seems to glow when its forty below, As he jogs with the north in his face, He thrives on the sting that a sleet storm can bring, While the wind sprays his eyes with her "mace", My God, see his beauty, he's wild, but not free, A true, "land bound eagle", in flight, The huge muscles ripple, beneath the taut hide, As he twists like the tail of a kite. His beauty astounds me as much as his cry, A long, lonesome howl and a whine, And, God bless the card game in Fairbanks that night, That made this big Malamute mine.