mwm@dartvax.UUCP (M. W. Modrall) (06/20/86)
A little ember Of love and hate Still burns in my heart At any rate, Though not half as hot, Nor half as great. With time it started To abate. It once was love That then turned cold. Hate flowered from the old. In time that withered too, Along with memories Of you. A little flower Of love and hate, Withered but for Caring's sake. 8/84