Let's see if i'm possibly right,
The day is bright
The night is blight of bright
um can't quite phantom my delusions
of what a day of light is.
The night seems calm
without a bomb.
The day is dray
with lots of fray
Does this seem to ring a bell
Or am I cutely but a fruity wee bizarre..
There's just something about the night
that makes my instincts dance in tune
Maybe it's a poet's mind am I doomed to
transpire at dawn. Woe is me.
It cannot be for you see
I must to join the day where guess what I can get
you guessed it my pay.
[This message has been edited by Rosebud1229 (edited 05-08-2000).]