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Marvin, you're TOOOOOO much! Gee.... did you ever hit the PD nail right on the head and don't we all have our respective list of excuses! Warm hugs at ya... Barb Mallut [log in to unmask] ---------- From: Parkinson's Information Exchange on behalf of Giles Sent: Friday, June 19, 1998 1:49 PM To: Multiple recipients of list PARKINSN Subject: Verse: Excuses The door is there, some wood and a knob. Opening that door is a difficult job. The wood has expanded, the door=92s hard to pull. The knob is quite old and fights like a mule. If I tried I could probably let myself out. It=92s getting back into the house that I doubt. Then there=92s getting some shoes on my feet, and finding a shirt that looks somewhat neat. There is really no place for me to go. A movie=92s to far, my battery is low. To hell with the shoes, shirt, and power I lack! If I=92ve no place to go I should be right back. Putting on the shirt was a good bit of work, and the door flew open on the twenty first jerk. Good bye sweet kitties and boring old hut, I=92ll be back =91less I get stuck in the mud or a rut. Marvin Giles