Off Rangoon

Off Rangoon a typhoon my balloon it has strewn. Unfortun-ately, soon this spittoon, this mad drain; becomes a hurricane then spits me out, a prune, off Cancun.

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Don Johnson

Date: 1/9/2012 2:51:00 PM

But mr John Smith, you know old son, dreams are better than reality, the hotter dames, incite burning flames, more erotic than originality, the prune by hurricane strewn, gets erased digitalicky? monsoon mongone, become begone, might be forgone fatality....

Don Johnson

Date: 1/8/2012 3:59:00 PM

so this hoon(mad car driver aussie) became a prune, unfortune, stuffed baloon, where was the organ grinder??? soon.

Andrea Dietrich

Date: 1/8/2012 11:31:00 AM

hahaha the last line is awesome, thinking of you as a prune (nothing a little of your plastic surgeon tricks won't cure!) You are a great friend, john. thanks for the comments, wish I had time to get thru all Mine today. Luv, Andrea