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• Friday, December 5, 2008 09:31 AM

  Che ( Good Miller Highlife Beer Consumer Commenter) Pasa (I blame dumbest Wog bugle boy Jebbie, and Ringo. The Beet, Scram, the Singing Lady Beetle little gal drummer)

  ~

  Say, Everything proceeds from the heart.

  You have a good fickle heart on the Left.

  Under ribcage, You feel in a lock prison?

  It is sorta a jail cell. The heart has wings.

  Some say: when we die, dream illusions?

  Here? We People's seem to die, pass off?

  Folk? We/me dead here on earth? Maybe.

  I don't believe we/me, or anyone is free?

  Sorta, words fall short, and we go goofy?

  Banter is innocent expression? I no know.

  Birds fly to the red berry holly bush. Glee.

  Red and black birds sing: eat red berries.

  Best not read any further, and PDA- mice?

  Mice and mouse are UT readers pal friend.

  Flee into the tree and leave me only, thee.

  Three berries to scrap about. Free beers?

  Miller Beer is a lumberjack best brew. Ay.

  The one I am writing about consume six.

  Boondocks six-pack drinks my free beer.

  I have no beer, then birds, beast, woods,

  lonely? The log splitters and deer drinker?

  The deer drinker and birds no say:` Hi Ya!

  The oops writ means:`Friend consume me.

  Buy Miller HighLife. A Lure. * Flies stop bye.

  The birds know how to sing. Who taught?

  Thousand of cake crumbs make flock yak.

  O a cute mountain deer visit my warm hut.

  Maybe that never be a revolution? Ay Oho.

  It's a small skip, a heart beat thump, Gong.

  —GoodCelery! Read GoodCelery!'s other letters
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