from dave - Monday, September 02, 2002 accessed 1355 times
...just one of another...
When most are wishing they had none Someone is wishing he had one Not so fast, alas they pray me Reconsider lest she prey thee Silence beg I thee, come hence Extract from me words I cannot utter into sense Perhaps I desire to be preyed upon Need not be concerned for me –hush… no more sad songs from you my own I'll choose
from Jerseygirl Friday, September 06, 2002 - 10:25 (Agree/Disagree?) I like it Dave! Got a few words that I can't utter into sense either--great way of putting it. Hope you get your wish. ;-) (reply to this comment)