Subject: The Stock Profiler

From: "Colene dael" <[email-masked]>
Date: Wed, 27 Sep 2006 13:54:45 +0900

Tossed around like a hot potato.   Still water runs dirty and deep.   A snail's pace. Welcome to my garden.  Stubborn as a mule.   The scythe ran into a stone. Save it for a rainy day.   Spring to mind.   Slow as molasses in January. Up a tree. Up a tree. Welcome to my garden.  Slow as a snail.   The stronger the breeze the stronger the trees. When the cows come home.