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In Reply to: What dear Dad had to say posted by Grandpa's Ghost on September 14, 2006 at 22:45:17:
Too Bad! How Sad! Poor Dad!
No FUN, No Mon, So Run
Your prophecy is done
No where to RUN
To have Fun
with our Mon (money)
Who is Mo? I don't know?
He is no mo'cause their's no mo Mo.
So What Me Worry? Zerb will scurry,
To fight the flurry,
when things get furry
And the King Peter,
who is not a leader,
will scram in the jam,
when the scam is on the lam,
No August whatever,
happened ever
so who said it would?
As if they could?
So here's to Jeane Dixon,
Madame M, and Mo
I am not their blessed devotees,
I am not part of their show
If the psychic sees the future,
Then let him be a psychic,
Or maybe he 's a rooster,
Who does it to his sidekick,
Who is this Shepherdess,
With the pink dress?
This prophecy gave her stress,
Still she will not fess,
In all the mess
But TF still goes on,
like a Pawn,
oblivious to the truth,
calloused as a boot
"Don't tell me it's not true"
They shout till their blue
"Its all a spritual tatoo"
If you open your eyes of goo,
You can see it too!"
No thanks, I wot
Cause what I got
Is not going to rot,
like your old sot.
So go cry in your soup,
and fly a loop
around your hoop,
of prophetic GOOP
Having fun
with all our mon,
while frying in the sun,
when your Prophecy is DONE
