April 12, 2000

This note was slipped to me by Carol. I didn't tell you everything that happened between us in Santa Fe:

You dropped down
To see about me

You tasted my pee
You must really love me
(Or so I'd assume ;^)

What's up with that little girl?
To hell with that little girl.
Lose that little girl
Let me be your little girl.
Me me me me me.

		~Carol Lewis