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Tuesday, September 05, 2006

As we move on with life, unable to accept the fact that we would never see irwin's crickey croc shows on animal planet anymore, we will always remember that there was once a crocodile hunter who always say: eeeaasssyyy mate~ & beau-tiful~! who feared not of poisonous snakes, humongous crocodiles, painful stingrays, and not death. he who wonderfully risk it all to safe the wildlife, but died doing wad he loved most. hats off to you, irwin.

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