She She was the one. I knew it. She with her brown hair, gentle voice, pure face. She was the one. I saw her every day. She with her laugh, wonderful smile great personality. She was the one. I never told her. She went away, far away, to college. She was the one. (Or not) -Written in September of 1994 Bonus! Few Minutes A few minutes pass. What changes? A cat climbs a tree and is afraid to descend, A cricket chirps two hundred times, Fifty commercials play, A song begins and ends, I write this poem. -Written also in September of 1994.
Thou mayest leave a message here which will get to the lord of this realm, via e-mail. You get an odd thought as you stand here: "This is all somehow related to or provided by Geocities."