mhauck@ihuxk.UUCP (MJH) (03/01/85)
Grain of Sand 2/25/85 When days are filled and heads are crazy Words flow like a fountain broken Moring sun and midnights moon Show each of us our insignificance What grain of sand means anything Except when teamed with millions of others Mankind you are nothing in this universe Except what you are, be content But even a grain of sand can irritate And make uncomfortable who carries it Know what it is like Be that grain of sand Mary Hauck Written while having an insulin reaction, I would like comments.