ecn-ec:dilley@pur-ee.UUCP (09/08/83)
This is a little poem I wrote one evening Sometimes these days I wonder why So very deeply do I sigh, But now I think perhaps I know; Because my friend she told me so. She said the heart is soft like clay So you can shape, and with it play. Though so many shapes it can take, The heart once set, if dropped may break.