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From: robins@koala.DEC (World domination)
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Subject: Toast...
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Date: Tue, 9-Apr-85 10:29:20 EST
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Posted: Tue Apr  9 10:29:20 1985
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From:	KOALA::LESNIAK       9-APR-1985 10:22
To:	@BJOD
Subj:	Remember BJODs...

From:	BANZAI::FISHER       "Ed Fisher, 381-2377"  9-APR-1985 09:38
To:	KOALA::LESNIAK
Subj:	poetry

From:	BANZAI::LEHTO        "Jon DTN: 381-2400"  9-APR-1985 09:24
To:	FISHER
Subj:	PURE POETRY


                           HERE'S MY TOAST

                  May you live as long as you want to
                  may you want to as long as you live
                  If I'm asleep when you want to, wake me
                  I'f I"m awake and don't want to, make me.

                  You will always have friends
                  some friends will peter out.
                  But I'll always be your friend,
                  peter in or peter out.

                  Here's to the drink that creates fire.
                  Here's to the drink that creates desire,
                  not to the kind that burns down shanties,
                  but to the kind that brings down panties.

                  Here's to an hour of sweet repose
                  Tummy to tummy and toes to toes
                  Then after an hour of such delight,
                  It's fanny to fanny for the rest of the night.

                  Now that I'm old and feeble,
                  and my pilot light is out,
                  what used to be my sex appeal,
                  is now my water spout.

                  I used to be embarrassed to make the thing behave,
                  for every single morning it used to watch me shave,
                  but now I'm growing old, it gives me the blues,
                  to have the thing hang down my leg and watch me tie my shoes.

my favorite>      Here's to the girl in little red shoes,
                  She drinks my liquor, she drinks my booze,
                  She has no cherry, but that's no sin,
                  She has the box the cherry came in.

                  Here's to the girl dressed in black,
                  She dressed so neat there's nothing to slack
                  She feels so fine and kisses so sweet
                  She makes things stand that have no feet.