reid@uwvax.UUCP (07/09/83)
For Rachel ---------- Dead flowers, lively hours, and Kisses in the street, Thoughtful talks and wandering walks When we chance to meet. A touch, so soft, that sends aloft A thousand flightless birds; You shiver and smile and just for a while I'm at a loss for words. We wonder, we think, we laugh, we wink, We realize there's no tomorrow; There is only today and we search for a way To live the time that we borrow. Glenn Reid about 3am 7/9/83