djw@lanl.ARPA (03/12/85)
A thousand times ago, when I was seventeen, I fell in love with your sister. I wish I could have held her even half as well as she's held me. I suspect everyone has a love like that. A thousand times ago, we parted; and of course, I know she wasn't really your sister. I wish now I could hold you even half as well as you hold me. I suspect everyone has a fantasy like that. 3/09/85 David J. Wade I haven't written anything like this for a long time, so I think comments would be nice.