bolles@reed.UUCP (Spencer Bolles) (03/01/85)
CATASTROPHE When I was free and untouched by the world Life was simple, then winter unfurled Too early, in the Fall, exactly Early morning tennis match and sitting on the beach Fond memories of summer gave no warning of the state I was to reach The fate I seem to find In winter's state of mind A harsh awakening to a world unkind A jet-set start out of early youth Perhaps this has changed me You(thought (to)o) (thanks -m) --- comments?