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THIS IS A CHAIN LETTER.

WITHIN THE NEXT FIFTY-FIVE DAYS YOU WILL RECEIVE THIRTY-ELEVEN 
HUNDRED POUNDS OF CHAINS!
In the meantime - plant your seeds.

If a lot of people who receive this letter plant a few seeds and a lot of people 
receive this letter, then a lot of seeds will get planted. Plant your seeds.

In parks. On lots. Public flower beds. In remote places. At City Hall. Wherever. 
Whenever. Or start a plantation in your closet (but read up on it first for that). For 
casual planting, its best to soak them in water for a day and plant in a bunch of 
about 5, about half an inch deep. Don't worry much about the weather, they know 
when the weather is wrong and will try to wait for nature. Don't soak them if its 
wintertime. Seeds are a very hearty life form and strongly desire to grow and 
flourish. But some of them need people's help to get started. Plant your seeds.

Make a few copies of this letter (5 would be nice) and send them to friends of 
yours. Try to mail to different cities and states, even different countries.  If you 
would rather not, then please pass this copy on to someone and perhaps they 
would like to.

THERE IS NO TRUTH to the legend that if you throw away a chain letter then all 
sorts of catastrophic, abominable, and outrageous disasters will happen. Except, 
of course, from your seed's point of view.

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Q. "How come a woodpecker doesn't bash its brains out?" A. Nobody has
ever explained that.

Mary Jane says "Plant Your Seeds. Keep Prices Down."

"And God said, behold, I have given you every herb bearing seed, which is upon 
the face of the earth... to you it shall be for meat."
                                -Genesis 1:29

Questions
Have a friendly class talk. Permit each child to tell any part of the unit on 
"Courtesy in the Corridors and on the Stairs" that he enjoyed. Name some 
causes of disturbance in your school.

Chapter 1, THE EPISTLE TO THE PARANOIDS
--Lord Omar

1. Ye have locked yerselves up in cages of fear--and, behold, do ye now 
complain that ye lack FREEDOM!

2. Ye have cast out yer brothers for devils and now complain ye, lamenting, that 
ye've been left to fight alone.

3. All Chaos was once yer kingdom; verily, held ye dominion over the entire 
Pentaverse, but today ye was sore afraid in dark corners, nooks, and sink holes.

4. O how the darknesses do crowd up, one against the other, in ye hearts! What 
fear ye more that what ye have wroughten?
 
5. Verily, verily I say unto you, not all the Sinister Ministers of the Bavarian 
Illuminati, working together in multitudes, could so entwine the land with 
tribulation as have yer baseless warnings.

DESPITE strong evidence to the contrary, persistant rumor has it that it was Mr. 
Momomoto's brother who swallowed Mr. Momomoto in the summer of '44.