When faced with a cacaphony of little lies, measure, again, the size. No such thing as little ones ... when spewed forth on a tongue that lies. Welcome to the 'pits', Elizabeth. You are a darned nice addition to this forum.
------------------ ~*The pen of the poet never runs out of ink, as long as we breathe.*~ firstname.lastname@example.org
Marge, thank you for the poem. I'm going to send you a crimson rose, for all the love you have in your heart. One day it will appear in Passions Elizabeth Sy, Can't believe you said that! Here I am among all these educated poets. The only book I know about is the book of life. Thanks for the kind words.I'll be reading your music. Elizabeth