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Microcap & Penny Stocks : DGIV-A-HOLICS...FAMILY CHIT CHAT ONLY!! -- Ignore unavailable to you. Want to Upgrade?

To: Craig K who wrote (34102)	12/17/1998 6:50:00 PM
From: E'Lane	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 50264

Just for fun! <vbg> ************ > 'Twas the night before the Fiesta, and all through the Bowl, > not a creature was stirring, not even a Nole. > The stockings were hung by the fireplace with care, > in hopes that a national championship soon would be there. > The pollsters were nestled all snug in their beds, > while visions of a play-off system danced in their heads. > And ma ma in her 'kerchief and me in my VOLS cap, > had just settled down for a long winter's nap. > When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter, > I sprang from my bed to see what was the matter. > Away to the window I flew like a flash, > tore open the shutters and threw up the sash. > The moon on the breast of the new fallen snow > gave the luster of mid-day to the objects below. > When what to my wandering eyes should appear, > but a mighty Vol team and The Coach of the Year! > With signals so good and no chance of falter, > I knew in a moment it must be Philip Fulmer. > More rapid than lightning his coursers they came > And he shouted and cheered and called them by name. > "Now Peerless, now Wilson, now Ratliff and Hall! > On Henry, on Martin, on Hamilton and All! > To the top of the BCS! to the top of it all! > Now dash to a Championship, Oh, mighty VOLS!" > As bold a team never did try, > when they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky. > So up to the house top the coursers they flew, > with Fulmer in tow and Jamal Lewis too. > And then in a twinkling, my heart did stop, > I heard The Pride of the Southland and "ROCKY TOP"! > As I drew in my breath and was turning around, > down the chimney Fulmer came with a bound. > He was dressed all in orange, from his head to his foot. > he looked perfect (12-0), no ashes, no soot. > A great team of heroes stood at his back, > with interception king Grant leading the pack. > Their eyes how they twinkled! their smiles so bright! > Their cheeks were rosy! they lit up my night! > Their hearts were so big and no one could know, > By the end of the season they'd steal the big show. > "We are the best" they said with a cheer, > their chance to prove it was very near. > Fulmer's face had the small smile we all know so well, > he had his boys ready, this I could tell. > He was witty and bright, a right jolly old fart, > and I knew in my heart that there was none so smart. > A wink of his eye and a twist of his head, > soon gave me to know that I had nothing to dread. > He spoke not a word, but went straight to work, > and filled all the stockings; then turned with a jerk. > Laying his finger aside his nose, > and giving a nod, up the chimney they rose. > They sprang to the ground, to the World they gave a cheer, > and away they went to the Bowl that was near. > As they left I heard them exclaim, loud enough for all, > "I SAY IT'S GREAT TO BE A TENNESSEE VOL!!"