From: connie.2.rahim@gmail.com   
      
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     My pals you need not fear the taut and stretching rope/That yanks upon your   
   neck and chokes off life and hope/A noose that doesnt break will free you of   
   despair/Agony and woe will you no longer scare./Prepare to greet with joy   
   heaven's yawning gate/A    
   brisk and chosen death is one of the finest fates.   
      
   Dingo was a man who had the brains of gold/He could outthink all others, no   
   matter young or old./Solitude, though, broke him; him it cruelly crushed/He   
   could not endure having his dreams eternally flushed./Now he rests in a plot   
   that he chose with    
   emotion tightly packed/He prepaid and saved a buck before his fatal act./Dingo   
   had an estate but no friends, no heirs/For him nobody shed tears, not even his   
   teddy bears.    
      
   --- SoupGate-Win32 v1.05   
    * Origin: you cannot sedate... all the things you hate (1:229/2)