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   From: glanbrok@gmail.com   
      
   'Twas the night before Kroodown, and all 'round Goose Puke   
   Hardly a truth could be found, except for this ruse:   
   The email with porn that the Kroo'd sworn was jake   
   He'd just now admitted to be a big fake.   
      
      
   The Kroo was ensconced in a big ball of snot   
   He prayed to his "God" for that one last big shot   
   To get into heaven and noT! burn in hell   
   And God said to Kroo, the trVth you can tell.   
      
      
   A wave of cold fear swept over the Kroo   
   Admit it he could, whate'er might ensue   
   "You lied like a dog!" they'd all yell in their glee   
   But Kroo could see now that the truth sets him free.   
      
      
   And so to the playpen the Kroo bravely went   
   The email he'd klaimed was by John lately sent   
   He now did admit was a big crock of lies   
   No porn had existed, and the Kroo was now wise.   
      
      
   To his "god" up in heaven the Kroo sent his plea   
   "Oh Lord, won't you please give your mercy to me?"   
   Then a shrill voice he heard in his red burning ear   
   "You're Arnii the Krooborg -- you can rot in your fear."   
      
      
      
      
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   © 2007, George M. Middius, Resistance North America   
      
   --- SoupGate-Win32 v1.05   
    * Origin: you cannot sedate... all the things you hate (1:229/2)