mr.mincemeat@syteka.UUCP (mr.mincemeat) (04/02/84)
(reality sets in. it's not 1968) I am freezing! Ripped off, again, I'm all soaked I hAve no money I have no home I have no hope. Begging for a ride on the onramp Shaking in the wind and rain I'm running, again From nowhere fo nowhere And it looks like I'll get there Dead (more random morbidity) When it's dying, dying does The world walks that we, And runs in happy welcome; A tired trail A good grave Goodnight. mr.mincemeat {hplabs, menlo70, zehntel, sdcrdcf}!sytek!toms