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To: Cheeky Kid who wrote (1057)	8/31/1998 8:52:00 PM
From: Forest Gump	Respond to of 2640

Ode to Sire Atop the traline waters the mousy did adhere it seemed he could do nothing but sit there and drink beer I love to here and there the mousy said to I He looked to the heavenhills and chased a fleeing sigh What wonders said the mousy are beer and cheesy wine I have some fine Camembert now come and let us dine We just relaxed on hills that night and drank the cheesy wine I listened to the mousy's philosphical side for it was so much deeper than was mine We talked of nymphs and dwarves of angels, God, and hell of distant stars and galaxies and of why the Romans fell He twinkled his eyes and whiskers and whispered "all be well" and then the mousy disappeared to where he did not tell And along with him went my soul A link 4 U wmich.edu public.usit.net A favorite pulse.net

To: Cheeky Kid who wrote (1057)	8/31/1998 8:52:00 PM
From: Forest Gump	Respond to of 2640

Another Ode to Sire Some think of poverty as a curse But smart and broke is even worse! For ignorance, they say, is bliss But I am smart enough to miss The lovely things that cash can get, Like stocks and bonds, a new corvette, Big screen TV, designer clothes, Decent food, a smaller nose, A house, a life, a bit of hope. With half a brain I'm sure I'd cope!

To: Cheeky Kid who wrote (1057)	8/31/1998 8:53:00 PM
From: Forest Gump	Respond to of 2640

Does it hurt yet My Visa bill is in arrears, I have not paid in seven years. Their letters, they are getting stale, if not for Visa, I'd have no mail. Now Visa's got my home phone number. Each morn they end my restless slumber. From hopes and dreams I do awake, to rude reminders of my broken state. They question me for when I'll pay, I hem, I haw, I say... someday. They harass me, they give me heat, they call me names, like deadbeat. I tell the truth, I think it's funny, to bucktooth strippers, I gave their money. They yell at me in blind rage (what a way to start the day), "Now listen here you little punk, we didn't make Visa to keep you drunk!" They threaten me with bod'ly harm, like broken legs and broken arms. Their threats are veiled, of this I'm sure, `cause Visa credit is unsecured! I really owe those senseless jerks, without their calls, I'd sleep through work.

To: Cheeky Kid who wrote (1057)	8/31/1998 8:54:00 PM
From: Forest Gump	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 2640

Sire got the T-Shirt as a tip for delivering a Pizza to SI late one night Does it hurt YET!!! Pizza Hut is where I slave barely making min'mum wage. Five nights a week I do toil, with my car burning gas and leaking oil. Small dogs have bit without remorse, and made the lawn an obstacle course. I die a death at each new door. I can't take this job no more! Cruel parents revel in that game of sending kids with exact change. These are words that they should hear, I'm hoping I can make this clear: I don't deliver for my wealth, I need insurance for my health. So do your part to spread some joy, and kindly tip your pizza boy.

To: Cheeky Kid who wrote (1057)	8/31/1998 8:55:00 PM
From: Don Pueblo	Respond to of 2640

Well, OK now I believe you. Pretty cool! 3 millionaires on one shirt! That is if Jeff and Brad gave Jill 5%.