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Date: Fri, 1 Feb 2002 07:55:15 -0800 (PST)
From: chris.germany@enron.com
To: ingrid.immer@williams.com
Subject: RE: I wrote you a little poem.
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ok, I see Russel and Chucks touch all through this.

 -----Original Message-----
From: 	"Immer, Ingrid" <Ingrid.Immer@Williams.com>@ENRON  
Sent:	Friday, February 01, 2002 9:34 AM
To:	Germany, Chris
Subject:	I wrote you a little poem.

Roses are red.
Violets are blue.
You're a pain in the ass,
But I s'pose I am, too.

So oft when we meet,
We fuss and we fight.
It becomes hard to see
That we share a love of great might.

But no matter the tears,
Or gut wrenching fears.
As we grow old,
We create a togetherness,
Lovely to behold.

xoxo