there is so much a man can tell you, so much he can say.
BABAH! i compare you to a kiss from the rose on the grey!
seal? where ever you are, well done. *doffs my hat*
I writed a poem type thing!! yay!!! I are intelectualist
*sigh*
"cards" by Meison
Upon the crooked winds of this,
a torn and bitter cast of flow.
A tarnished veiw of summers' kiss,
no right nor rhyme are we to know.
Yet it is there in others' eyes.
So sadness, shun! dispair, deny!
Play your hand, turn your card.
But not too high, nor fall too hard.
When all about you lose their heads,
keep well yours, as Kipling said.
And know...
While yours are strife, woe and pain.
"Keep on smiling!" is my refrain.
writen for those from whom I part, though they may never see it.
If read by them, they know I care.
if not, they lose nothing.
Matt, Russ and suzi.
Goodbye for now, my old friends.