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Now thats a ture "Pig Farmer" poem if I ever heard one.
I would have sent flowers to my beloved in Ohio if someone would have given me her address. Matthew B Fleming@EES 02/14/2001 11:47 AM To: Heidi Griffith/DUB/EES@EES, Chris Germany/HOU/ECT@ECT cc: Subject: ---------------------- Forwarded by Matthew B Fleming/HOU/EES on 02/14/2001 11:46 AM --------------------------- Will_Cistone@notes.grainger.com on 02/14/2001 11:46:09 AM To: Tim Cistone <TCistone@aercpa.com<, mfleming@enron.com, tcoynejr@coyneassociates.com, Ulbert.C@grainger.com, Keefer.C@grainger.com, Andersen.S@grainger.com, RGrimes@checkfree.com, "Brad Kennan" <braken@columbus.rr.com< cc: Subject: REDNECK VALENTINE! Collards are green, my dog's name is Blue and I'm so lucky to have a sweet thang like you. Yore hair is like cornsilk a-flappin in the breeze. Softer than Blue's and without all them fleas. You move like the bass, which excite me in May. You ain't got no scales but I luv you anyway. Yo're as satisfy'n as okry jist a-fry'n in the pan. Yo're as fragrant as "snuff" right out of the can. You have some'a yore teeth for which I am proud. I hold my head high when we're in a crowd. On special occasions, when you shave under yore arms, well, I'm in hawg heaven and awed by yore charms. Still them fellers at work, they all want to know, what I did to deserve such a purdy, young doe. Like a good roll of duct tape yo're there fer yore man, to patch up life's troubles and fix what you can. Yo're as cute as a junebug a-buzzin' overhead. You ain't mean like those far ants I found in my bed. Cut from the best cloth like a plaid flannel shirt, you spark up my life more than a fresh load of dirt. When you hold me real tight like a padded gunrack, my life is complete. Ain't nuttin' I lack. Yore complexion, it's perfection, like the best vinyl sidin' despite all the years, yore age, it keeps hidin'. Me "n" you's like a moon pie with a RC cold drank, we go together like a skunk goes with stank. Some men, they buy chocolate for a Valentine's Day, they git it at Wal-Mart, it's romantic that way. Some men git roses on that special day from the cooler at Krogers, that's impressive, I say. Some men buy fine diamonds from a flea market booth. "Diamonds are forever", they explain, suave and couth. But for this man, honey, these won't do. Cause yo're too special, you sweet thang you. I got you a gift, without taste nor odor, more useful than diamonds.... IT'S A NEW TROLL'N MOTOR!!!
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