I'm sat here, remembering yesteryear Mays.
They're striking my heart, as much happier days.
Yet, the diaries I wrote; they emote, and dismay.
For, those pre-summer times, were, too, spent in the shade.


This thread is kept on Dukewhite's request because of the entertainment value, and the occasional serious discussion about the nature of art.

Edited by Sysiyo on 07/07/04 04:22 PM (server time).