RE: Christmas spirit
Then out of nowhere there arose such a chatter,
I sprang from my lounge to see what was the matter.
And there stood in the garden, much to my disdain,
Some cute little squirrels, eating my seeds just like grain.
The name of this poem is "short season".
Pam
-----Original Message-----
From: Michalec, Chris [SMTP:cmicha@chmc.org]
Sent: Monday, November 29, 1999 6:35 PM
To: 'pumpkins@mallorn.com'
Subject: RE: Christmas spirit
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> From: Greg Schraiber [SMTP:Greg@schraiber.com]
> Sent: Monday, November 29, 1999 5:47 PM
> To: pumpkins@mallorn.com
> Subject: Re: Virus
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> > Where is your Xmas spirit?
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> Twas the night before Planting, and all thru the patch
> Stood a wry little grower, just passing gas..
[Michalec, Chris] The cloche was erected, the soil tilled with
care,
In hopes that warm sunshine soon would be there.
> (I'll leave the next two line to someone else)
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