Re: Virus Poem
In a message dated 11/29/99 9:06:31 PM Eastern Standard Time,
Greg@schraiber.com writes:
> Twas the night before Planting, and all thru the patch
> Stood a wry little grower, just passing gas..
>
> (I'll leave the next two line to someone else)
His name was Bob, uptight and crass,
Unable to to remove the bug up his....
Nah....never mind. Sorry Duncan, but they asked! I'll be good now.
:)
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