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KB7LYM > TOLC 05.12.04 04:19l 65 Lines 2370 Bytes #999 (0) @ WW
BID : 47938_VE7KIT
Read: DH8YMB GUEST
Subj: TOLC IS BACK AFTER 10 YEARS!
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VE7KIT
Sent: 041205/0246Z @:VE7KIT.#VANC.BC.CAN.NOAM #:47938 [Whonnock, BC] $:47938_VE
From: KB7LYM@VE7KIT.#VANC.BC.CAN.NOAM
To : TOLC@WW
Good day to you Folks !!
After 10 years and much water that flowed under the bridge
I have returned to packet!
Refreshing folks !!
I had a group called TOLC and those that wanted to join were
known as Tols. Strange Tales and Stories was a normal.
Interesting Puzzles and Other stuff was displayed like a
Smorgasbord.
So here I will once again open my Group and hope you will
join.
I need your Callsign, Name,Qth and the size of your shoes.
You can answer me here or at dragonflies329@juno.com
FREE Membership, FREE COFFEE when you are in my shack.
What does TOLC mean ? The Organized Liars Club
We can lie so good that we believe its the Truth.
A small Tale so you can see what its all about.......
HORSE FEATHERS
He said,son,I came years ago,from the east.
And let me tell you, a horse is a mean beast.
When I arrived here, on this dirty bag of bones,
It was like riding, on a sack full of stones.
Money for a saddle or boots, I did not have
And everytime I swore, that old horse laughed.
So one night, under the roof, of my old canvas tent,
I thought of selling him, for a few lousy cent.
And suddenly a stench, came throught the clair night air
It was that old stinking horse, who was doing it, right there.
I was trying to breath, get fresh air for a while,
And when I looked at him,he gave me that stinking smile.
Next day while riding the lonely flats,
I was thinking, swapping him for two cowboy hats.
I climbed down that old filty beast, one more time,
And then it happened, I was on the end of the line.
I was just walking around this big bend,
When I got stuck, in deadly quicksand.
I slowly sank, and was screaming out loud,
And then there he was, my good old horse, with open mouth.
This lovely old horse grapped gently my shirt,
Seeing to it that I did not get hurt.
And later, save and sound by the fire we laid, together,
Me stroking his back,with a soft horse feather
And when I closed my eyes, and had this nice dream,
My horse, was the loveliest, I have ever seen.
And finely we rode to the homestead west,
Me on his soft back and getting a good rest.
He knows I love him,and that he is brave,
And I hope, I don,t offend him, with my after shave.
For me, that is truly all that matters
But got to go,have to look for some more Horse feathers !!
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