Denise the sweet,
I'll build a fire at your feet, not to near
And I'll poet you whatever you'd like to hear. *L*
I know about friendship I know your there.
And if I have to land, it will be some where near. *L*
I really do not check my words,
Neither will I take your hand
and lead you to hell. *L* Sy
There are some places blacker than black
If I lead you there we may not get back.
I know severn high on the hill
I see you there when the clouds are still.
Thank you friend what you read was a spark in the dark.
My soul friend to take your hand and lead you through hell,
Would serve no purpose for you or me as well.
Thank you just be my friend.
I know your feel and honor its well,
But there are no tourists trips to hell.
Last but not least my spirit of peace.
Who would hold my hand through hades land.
I am well even though my gnomes went to hell.
I talked to them and they asked for forgive.
and I said I would and I understood.
So all we have to do is take it from there.
And we'll both smell the roses in the air.
Love ya Sy
[This message has been edited by Seymour Tabin (edited 12-21-1999).]