hocage@hou2a.UUCP (G.JOSILO) (10/28/86)
I remember that day so well, so well now. For want of
tears. Oh, that sweet salt. Oh, the days that have gone by.
***
Knobby little knees, down hard against the windy costal
groan. It to my front, the cloudy, damp evening sky
above. I have seen it...I have, standing on that pier, there,
by my mothers side, with her assuring hand caressing the
hair around my white litle forehead...Oh, mother what one
remembers these days...what one remembers.
***
^gj^
/nooTi deLymlltts/