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getting away from the hunters?
Hmm this looks like someone we know but....with hair no way... the m00n lost his years ogo
In those days it was wavy though.......Waving good-bye ...he he he!

Here the hunt as moved to Sayer in Pennsylvania
Rose,Klem and Lori all deep in thought...wait! is Lori using extra terrestrial meditational powers??
She looks to be praying! ... or Sleeping...maybe
even m00n gazing?

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But the illustrious m00n decided to move on to safer climes in Florida.
Here he is all wrapped up with himself in riches and luxury

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Complete with the skull and crossbones donned upon his head m00n
shows his OMG! his ...ahem......width of his ( Ego!) he he

Is this the stance of Victory or perhaps his weak attempt of imitating
the Statue of Liberty?

The wait goes on here we see Janita, Janyce, Donna and Don

Will the m00n get his get his way? or will his friends desert him?.

~Friends~
Many times it is hard to realize
How deep the love friend's share,
So great it crosses boundaries
Through time zones, space and air.

A friend is one who understands
The crying, day and night,
To put aside their problems
To listen of your plight.

Friendship, a two way working
A strength that's second to none,
A loving care that still exists
With all the shouting gone.

A friendship gets so bruised and torn
By the hardships that time sends
But the fight for our survival
Is won by real true friends.
...m00n...

Hey! m00n's a 'da Godfar'der' da Main Man!

My visit to usa allowed me to meet some wonderful people, Now I am proud to be a godfather too.
Thanks to Donna I am showing you my Godson
Christopher Jon Robinson born December 1st 1999 and weighed 6lbs.1ozs

What a great looking bloke huh?
boy am I proud.

now me is a
Godfar'der m00n

Here he is Cj on Easter Sunday 2000
Ya can tell he's seen Da m00n he's smiling!

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And again in October A great little chap he is too

Im so proud to have such a great looking godson

Wow who is this? it cannot be Cj's motherin law already huh?
nah its someone who is looking for Da m00n

Oh no maybe he was eaten by a local resident?
Well we expected him back before Christmas
maybe not huh???........poor m00n

If you look like your passport picture, you probably need the trip.

CHRISTMAS SOLDIER
'Twas the night before Christmas, And was living alone
In a one bedroom house made of plaster and stone
I had come down the chimney with presents to give,
And to see just who in this home did live,
I looked all about and a strange sight I did see
No tinsel nor presents, not even a tree,
No stocking at mantle, Just boots filled with sand.
On the wall hung pictures of far distant lands,
With medals and badges, awards of all kinds,
A sober thought came into my mind
This house was so different, so dark, and so dreary,
'Twas the home of a soldier, now I could see clearly
The soldier lay sleeping, silent, alone,
Curled up on the floor in this one bedroom home.
The face was so gentle, The room in disorder,
Not how I pictured a professional soldier.
Was this the hero of whom I'd just read?
Curled up in a heap, With the floor as his bed?
I realize the families that I saw on this night,
Owed their lives to these soldiers, who were willing to fight,
Soon around our world, The children will play
And grown ups will celebrate, yet another Christmas day
We all enjoy freedom each month of our year,
Because of our soldiers, like the one laying here.
I stop and ponder, how many lay alone
On this Christmas, so far from their home.
This very thought, brought a tear to my eye,
I slumped to my knees and started to cry
The soldier awakened and I heard his weak voice,
Santa don't weep, this life is my choice;
I fight for our freedom, I would ask for no more
"My life is my God, My country my corps."
The soldier rolled over and drifted to sleep,
With no choice of control, I continued to weep.
I kept watch for hours, So silent and still
We both were a shiver from that cold night chill.
I want not to leave into the cold, darkened night.
Forsaking this guardian of honour, so willing to fight.
Then the soldier rolled toward me, and in a voice soft and pure,
"Said, "Carry on Santa, It's Christmas day all is secure."
One look at my watch, and I knew he was right.
"Merry Christmas my friend, And I bid him...
GOOD NIGHT."
...m00n...

Look!

The m00n appears unscathed and lives to strike again..

Hi Folks!
remember
Macho Law prohibits me from ever admitting I'm an idiot.
he he
and
Chaos,
panic,
disorder
means
my work here is
done.
Before I bid your leave please read my last text.
This is a poem written of me by an aquaintance who became a friend
thank you
Phantom Theory.

Some friends come and then go,
Some you will never really know.
Whether by chance or divine intervention,
The man named...m00n... is without convention
A man so inspiring and honestly true,
He has a way to conquer what ere ails you.
I met him one day on "M player",
And loved him just moments later.
A wit sharp' as the best ever sword,
And entertaining you're nere to be bored
Limericks top quality, make you smile,
Riddles too... to ponder for a while.
All these traits belong to THE man,
Who spreads joy thro out the land?
But...the day will come when...m00n...is no more,
Many will grieve,with heads bowed and tears poured
And through this time of terminal death,
The smiles and memories will soon, take your breath,
Laughter and glee will be painted' all over that room
For no one on earth could compare to...'The m00n'.

To my friend which I haven't had the pleasure of a handshake but, the
Honor of sharing your knowledge. Your a blessing disguised as a man,
You're pain we all feel, and your courage we all aspire to hold. Thank
You my friend! Thoughts of you will make me forever more... I'd hug
You if I could:) later z §
Looking skyward forever
your friend...
Phantom Theory.
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