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Bush to Bono: Harriet an me were a fixin to clear some brush when we was down in Crawfurd, but we was, heh heh, so into the "war" cassette that was a playin in the Ford that we just sat there in the truck an' she wrote some really pertty prose for me. That's kinda like poetry ya know. Heh heh (eyes blinking wildly).