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To: Rambi who wrote (11406)	7/14/1998 8:24:00 PM
From: Jacques Chitte	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 71178

In case yawl were wondering about the whereabouts of one of our prodigals - this should help. Vote early&vote often! Subject 21918

To: Rambi who wrote (11406)	7/14/1998 8:25:00 PM
From: jpmac	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 71178

'twas just a brush with madness recalled to me this dream of days with splendid colors washed running thru magic streams and canvas ever changing to whims of childhood schemes jp

To: Rambi who wrote (11406)	7/15/1998 12:59:00 PM
From: Thomas C. White	Respond to of 71178

Somewhere amongst the music of the spheres... Ohhhh bother! And again, bother! While anything in earth or heaven would trump being marooned inside that numbskull's rickety rackety head, so full of dangling participles and whatnot...what even was his ridiculous nomme de guerre, Juan F. Gonzales Quiros Guillermo Hourquescos Saldiver, I think that's it, it's been awhile.....truth to tell, this flitting and floating about the ether is becoming rank tedium. And my poetry's not going at all well. How to pen brilliance when you're twiddling your thumbs sailing about a sea of fliffy fluffy clouds on gossamer wings? Well. Perhaps I shall swoop down there and take up dear Rambi on her invitation for tea and scones. Deucedly risky though. I heard from Coleridge that I'd risk involuntarily plunking myself inside somebody's noggin yet again. One moment I could be sitting there in my ectoplasmic way, enjoying a Darjeeling with that dear Rambi, and then, POP! I'd be rattling around inside her cranium! Hmmm. Maybe better not to risk it. Maybe I'll just carry on with my flitting, and keep an ear out in case she needs the help of an old ghost. Not much I can do to help her find that scrawny old good for nothing muleherd of hers though. Two centuries pass, and still no accounting for taste. And I can listen to thee yet Can lie upon the plain And listen, till I do beget That golden time again. --William Wordsworth