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To: Smells Like Tuna who wrote (18760)	3/17/1998 7:00:00 PM
From: Jacques Chitte	Respond to of 108807

I breathe air and I'm DAMN proud of it! The Third White Meat, as any Japanese scientific mariner knows, is whale. Cetacean sensation! Waitaseckint. I just got to the end of your message. What has you thinking I'm pathetic? Well, fish? I wonder just how a Casull slug does in salt water. I eatfish, y'know, all, ,xept one, whom I have to spank on account of he misbehaves a lot. Then you'll be... Tastes like Sushi. On our planet, we monkeyboys got the drop on you finmeisters, foodchainwise. And I know a thing or two about death-defying dives. LIPO. CUBE. ZITL (soon again). Betcha no fish has ever ridden an H-bomb bareback, slapping it with his hat!!!

To: Smells Like Tuna who wrote (18760)	3/17/1998 7:37:00 PM
From: Grainne	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 108807

Mr. Tuna, it is St. Patrick's Day!!!! Now I don't know if you drink green water or wear a shamrock on your flipper or anything, but I found a lovely Irish poem that made me think of you, and I wanted to share it. I hope you like it!! I Saw a Fish This Morning I saw a fish this morning and it looked like you. Leaping clear into air: back arched for joy. And I wanted to be lake water, cool blue, slipping from its sides. Green reeds washing clear around its thighs. I wanted to be yellow river bed sand, hollowed for its belly. I wanted to be white, pure air, waiting, sucked by its breath. I wanted to be high as spring summer sky-- sun gleaming in its eye. Mary Dorcey