Sweet. The Smoking Gun comes through for me again!
Careful some nutcase out there doesn't make the mistake of thinking that the birth certificate is real.
Well, Eddie, if all else fails I'm sure I can get Cat Stevens to refute the scurrilous lies against him, or at least find the clerk from the health office at my supposed birthplace, "the Land of Genies," to fly out here on a magic carpet and say they don't have a copy.
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