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Okay. I have a poem prose... I will try to sing it and send it to you both, but or... perhaps even put

it to the medley i sort of hear when i read it... butter, sill embrace the digital reader! but don't

wait for that... that might never happen, what is more important to me, is not who sings it, who

can sing it or make it sing the sweetest most suitable to its expression of transformation in time...

or beetle juice, Happy Halloween (soon!)...

Here is the "song" in the meantime... perhaps you could improve it, that is if you are interested...

if you are not, or have too much to do (cause i would like to do this rather quickly by Xmas)...

anyway, make this email big so you can see the formatting properly (as intended my thee author,

you author, you author, me author, we authored that text (its not 1,2,3... its 1, 1, 1)... anyway, my

one needs work if you are game to play words with me...)

Here is the lyrics, you will see why I am asking you ;)

Michake, i think you too will know why is sent you this particular peice that sprang from my

head to the screen... unplanned, just started writing and this is what came out, a few adjustments

now when writing to you both. So, anyway... Jason, Mickale, I would be honored if we couldperhaps make time to do this, but if its not to be, you know me... lol... i'm not a poet silly rabbit,

tricks are GMO and so am I... weird world... the techique called the baterial phage can be used

on both the genetically modification of food, plants, and animals, as well as Human beings, in

medicine such as regrowing bones, vital important for mobility and survival. (maybe that should

be in the song too?)

Idiot lire, sacrifice fire

Special Camps Special Camps

Got you're boots, Get you're pants (original first line: "Get your boots, Get you're pants")

Special Camps Special Camps

Got your boots, Got your pants (original first line: "Get your boots, Get you're pants")

Running Away is not Escape

In the hills, you just avoid with days

Forest hide away, they'll be around (like this stanza, sort of don't like it, but i like the first line, and the

thought)

What is coming your way

has not face, but carries a cane (the first line was: "Has no face, but carries a sound")

death in breath brings (first line was: "Breath in death and begin")

The escalationsOur worlds go under

Its a ground ball

From within grows

a humming station

23 37 32,

Why do you feel thee vibrations (first line was: "Yeah feel that vibration")

23 37 yeah yeah, and that's our station

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and That's our station, that's our station, that's our station, our rotations {add during email:

"that's our station, our rotations}

Moving around (first line was: "Move

around")

Yeah, yeah, yeah yeah, spread your wings (and fly?)

Go underground,

Ready to spring, ready to sting

La Dee Dee Da La Deet Dit De, and fly--i------

Undo your self become yours lies

I am beautiful; your are beautiful

That part that is not dead

Moves the rest of your head

Living machine, growth upon minerals

Makes the legs get into go

Make the arms ready to love

Makes the brain a wonder drug thatWonder drug, wonder drug, wonder drug