Subject: Re:
From: [email-masked]
To: [email-masked]
Cc: [email-masked]
Date: Wed, 14 Feb 2001 04:29:00 -0800 (PST)

Now thats a ture "Pig Farmer" poem if I ever heard one.

I would have sent flowers to my beloved in Ohio if someone would have given 
me her address.

Matthew B Fleming@EES
02/14/2001 11:47 AM
To: Heidi Griffith/DUB/EES@EES, Chris Germany/HOU/ECT@ECT
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---------------------- Forwarded by Matthew B Fleming/HOU/EES on 02/14/2001 
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[email-masked] on 02/14/2001 11:46:09 AM
To: Tim Cistone <[email-masked]>, [email-masked], 
[email-masked], [email-masked], [email-masked], 
[email-masked], [email-masked], "Brad Kennan" 
<[email-masked]>
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         REDNECK VALENTINE!

    Collards are green,
    my dog's name is Blue
    and I'm so lucky
    to have a sweet thang like you.

    Yore hair is like cornsilk
    a-flappin in the breeze.
    Softer than Blue's
    and without all them fleas.

    You move like the bass,
    which excite me in May.
    You ain't got no scales
    but I luv you anyway.

    Yo're as satisfy'n as okry
    jist a-fry'n in the pan.
    Yo're as fragrant as &quot;snuff&quot;
    right out of the can.

    You have some'a yore teeth
    for which I am proud.
    I hold my head high
    when we're in a crowd.

    On special occasions,
    when you shave under yore arms,
    well, I'm in hawg heaven
    and awed by yore charms.

    Still them fellers at work,
    they all want to know,
    what I did to deserve
    such a purdy, young doe.

    Like a good roll of duct tape
    yo're there fer yore man,
    to patch up life's troubles
    and fix what you can.

    Yo're as cute as a junebug
    a-buzzin' overhead.
 You ain't mean like those far ants
    I found in my bed.
    Cut from the best cloth
    like a plaid flannel shirt,
    you spark up my life
    more than a fresh load of dirt.

    When you hold me real tight
    like a padded gunrack,
    my life is complete.
    Ain't nuttin' I lack.

    Yore complexion, it's perfection,
    like the best vinyl sidin'
    despite all the years,
    yore age, it keeps hidin'.

    Me &quot;n&quot; you's like a moon pie
    with a RC cold drank,
    we go together
    like a skunk goes with stank.

    Some men, they buy chocolate
    for a Valentine's Day,
    they git it at Wal-Mart,
    it's romantic that way.

    Some men git roses
    on that special day
 from the cooler at Krogers,
    that's impressive, I say.

 Some men buy fine diamonds
    from a flea market booth.
    &quot;Diamonds are forever&quot;,
    they explain, suave and couth.

    But for this man, honey,
    these won't do.
    Cause yo're too special,
    you sweet thang you.

    I got you a gift,
    without taste nor odor,
    more useful than diamonds....
    IT'S A NEW TROLL'N MOTOR!!!