To: Bitwhacker
Twinkle, twinkle,
Little thread;
How I miss you,
Now that you're dead;
And tho' you made it,
To fifty-three;
One thing's for certain:
You were killt by me!
To: Bitwhacker
Twinkle, Twinkle Mr Bit
nows no time for a fit
Others have things to do
but still are thinking of
Y-O-U
(esp neets)
*G*
56 posted on
09/26/2003 8:50:38 AM PDT by
DollyCali
( authenticty: to have arrived)
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