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I the Gypsy Moth a much hunted breed this is my companion, the Citris Beetle he lives with me. Sought after daily, we run the gauntlet through thicket and thorn, grass and trees, we are not appreciated like the honey bees. Ore' hill and dale we run we hide, the Department of Agriculture is closing in on every side,hot on our trail hot on our heels, lets make a run for it there's a field. These men in space are vigilant ,even in the UK ,so catch a mad cow, find a cure for bird flu or whatever it is that you do, leave us alone, have a nice day and don't forget to spray. Josette Marie LouiseLager Copyright@2005

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