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83 Part Two

83 …some people equate the phone number with identification in the millennium… EEYE do not have a PHONE NO CELL PHONE eye almost cried. NO NUMBER NO PLACE IN THIS WORLD TO CALL MY HOME…the garbled that the messages is to eye sounds like a distant poem come to life…beware the cell phone jabber walker there…`Twas brillig, and the slithy toves Did gyre and gimble in the wabe; All mimsy were the borogoves, And the mome raths outgrabe…to paraphrase a phrase the brilliance that ewe are and the slimy toads on roads that dance in the waves of the island cove for mamsie loves her dandylion and he lives with no regrets, and the moment grabs the lather of the foamy waves of our island home. NO phone no lights no motor car no electric for TV, we make our fun beneath the waves the charlax and Ianthe race the merman and the mermaid place the love they have in the island place the woman and her toad… A hip hop to the barber Shoppe is cold blooded would you how could you the baby is with us please hand me the cell aunt ethyl is in jail could you hurry up now the thing should have already been plugged into my ear She needs our help oh Sherriff can we pay can we bail OUT our aunt ethyl out of jail…the ending to this is not hard to twist the judge said time served go forth and do not break any more pay phones use cell phones instead for they cost less than this and they pass all the tests of the RICHARD Tracy fans not to mention the Communicators on Star Trek.

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