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 Passenger Pigeons carry messages to people entrenched at www.wwone/ditched in doughboy britches wearing Army boots of wool
 August 3, 1914 special free edition of the BerlinTageblatt announces "The War with France” The Kaiser rolled away and fell from Germany the world is saved they proclaim the war is over 1918  
 His hat was very black and ebon his vest hung down in back front was cut in western sling style his hair was off white gray an old gunslinger out of old Tucson days. He took a transfer out of his pants pocket and tried to slide it in the bus to make it work but the driver had turned it off to see his face light up he had been caught for this was the very first bus. NO the driver said simply with a smile that will not work and left it at that and up to him he did not frown but added the dollar paid the money for the fare the first time not again his bogus attempt at a free ride had failed. He took his transfer paid he learned his western lesson there the driver being kind and understanding could have been demanding that he leave the bus and March 24, 2008 has come the carrier pigeons are taking messages to www.wwtwo.com the war is over Hitler dead go home and live without a gun without a dread.  She simply simpered she opened up her bag a purse no doubt without a dime or dollar amount inside her friend paid for hisself one dollar kept the transfer in his hand she kept repeating to herself for all the crowd to understand eye left the wallet with the money in it at home the wallet MY wallet is NOT in this bag it has been left at home the man he seemed astonied when she said in certain tones did you get a pass for me NO he said don't you remember my pass and your pass is both in your wallet left at home the driver moaned a bit but let her be she let them ride he said eye gave to you my pass to keep for me she said so sad MY WALLET is NOT in this bag it is left behind at home IT'S EVERYTHING the carrier pigeon flew with messages to the troop in the trenchment ditch at www.worldwarthree.com/apocolypse
The message simply said
we airmailed
 every missle
that we have
to hit the enemy
the world is over now
do not try to do anything
just pray
we are all going to see
JESUS
NOW
TODAY


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