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ݱ07 Jan 94±±±±±±±±±±±±±±±±±±±±_ROR_-_ALUCARD_±±±±±±±±±±±±±±±±±±±±±±±±Ý? Þ°
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Ý Ý A Þ°
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Ý How to Eat Your Shoe and Become Ý ?Þ°
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Ý Enlightened For Fossil Pigs' Sake Tfile Þ°
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Ý Distribution Þ°
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ÜÜÜÜÜ Centere Þ°
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Ý? Þ Written by: Pressed Rat - RoR - Þ°
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Ý A Þ_____________________________________________________________________Þ°
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Ý ?Þ Shawn-Da-Lay Boy Productions, Inc.úúúúúúúúúúúúúúúúúúúúúúúúúúúúúúúúúúÞ°
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°°°The HQ of SDBP, Inc - 510/237/8563°°PolySpock Project - 510/524/3649°°°
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°Drop Sites°°°°°° Hollow's Renaissance - 510/669/9432°°°°°Drop Sites°°°°°°
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How To Eat Your Shoe and Become
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Enlightened For Fossil Pigs' Sake
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- by pressed rat
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Good morning world, the birds all chirp.
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You wake up, stretch, and nasty burp.
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But this is like no other day;
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You know of course what you must say:
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"I know exactly what I'll do!
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it's time at last I ate my shoe!"
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So sit yourself down at the table.
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Remove those converse, if you're able.
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Grease them up with apple butter,
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As you smear it, darkly mutter,
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"Oh tasty morsels off my feet!
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Who knows what kind of bugs I'll meet!
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For when I eat my yearly shoe,
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I find the gate of Temple Shroo!"
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Take that first bite with a grin.
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Then stuff both of the laces in.
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Chew them well, now add some salt
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Before your stomach makes you halt;
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Now send the sole right past your tongue
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(Be careful to avoid your lungs)
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And swallow hard to keep it down,
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Speaking nonsense as you frown;
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"Delicious footwear! Now I must
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contact the fossil pigs I trust,
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for sacrificing my own shoe
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is just what they told me to do."
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Finish up, and lick your chops,
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Stand up, and clear the table top.
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Down the hallway to the shower,
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Enter quickly with a flower.
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Stand on head, turn water on,
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Wait until your vision's gone,
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Intone the Holy OMNIBOT!
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(By this time you are fooling NOT)
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And soon you'll see those little pigs
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all dressed up in their fossil digs
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cavorting so before your eyes
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so small you could not say their size!
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Now finally, you are collected
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For another year protected
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From the fear of SLF's,
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Read the text file, all you hefs,
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Find out what are these woeful beings,
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How to stop from them you seeings,
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Retro-fit your little life
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And ever stop the tide of strife!
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(c) 1990 Shawn-Da-Lay Boy Enterprises c%o presseed rat
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No! Really - you MUST read about the fossil pigs. I'm serious.
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Look in the file dirs and download the muthas. NOW. Then post!
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rious.
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Look in the file dirs and download the muthas. NOW. Then post!
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