All for the sake of a quick poem, now I'm going to be haunted by the sound of all those little wheeled carriages as legions of frog amputees go creaking along the sidewalk.
45 posted on 06/23/2004 8:44:13 AM PDT by NicknamedBob
(You don't find happiness, you WILL it -- just as you will an open hand, instead of a clenched fist.)
