micci@nvuxg.UUCP (D M Dennee) (12/31/85)
I sip my champagne and stare at the bubbles as they rise to the top of the glass I play with my keys and think of the miles that separate us now The clock strikes twelve as a stranger grabs me and plants his sloppy kiss I think about only you and silently wonder who you're kissing now. --Micci