From: Jack Fulton (jfulton@itsa.ucsf.edu)
Date: 04/16/02-01:52:54 PM Z
Ma's Sure Nurture: Mature Nature
Seņor City Zen: Body Bodes Bawdy
Dude measures up to the rule of thumb.
A yard empty of sun depriving trees
But, give that love and lemon a little squeeze
Feet do dat walkin thing . . like on a drum
Arminarm hands of time charm the sting
Belly to belly do the pendulum dance
But ox do havesuch a lovely stance
While calves roam the gloaming
Quagmire to the knees
Shins against the foe
Toetotoe hippies proffer pleas
Save dem trees
Save dem trees
Save dem trees
Strike a blow with you fist
Write letters to wrestle the wrist
Eyes are dry to see through the mist
So that no thing is missed
Friends roamers and country tree men
Lend me your ears
Eye, come not to praise, but to seize her
>From arms of harm on knee we fight
For all of us to incite our insight
Save dem trees
Save dem trees
Save dem trees
>>their own mother couldn't tell them apart), it's their age --
>> like we protect senior citizens.
>
> True, all senior citizens look alike to me.
>
> --shannon
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