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There once was an old man who lived in Liverpool.
He wanted to dig over his potato garden, but it was very hard work and his only son, Allen, who used to help him, was in prison.The old man wrote a letter to his son and described his predicament:
Dear Allen,
I am feeling pretty bad because it looks like I won’t be able to plant my potato garden this year.
I’m just getting too old to be digging up a garden plot. If you were here, all my troubles would be over. I know you would dig the plot for me.Love, Dad
A few days later he received a letter from his son.
Dear Dad,
For heaven’s sake, Dad, don’t dig up that garden, that’s where I buried the
BODIES.Love, Allen
At 4 A.M. the next morning, MI5 agents and local police showed up and dug up and turned over the entire area but without finding any bodies they apologized to the old man and left.
That same day the old man received another letter from his son.
Dear Dad,
Go ahead and plant your potatoes now. That’s the best I could do for you under the circumstances.Love, Allen.
The roads are my race track!!
LOVE IS GIVING SOMEONE THE POWER TO DESTROY YOU, BUT TRUSTING THEM NOT TO DO IT.
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