I Began Upon The Breast Of A Broken Doll Kept Safely Then In The Embrace Of The Only Man I Would Forever Crave His Presence A Birthday Gift I Would Never Receive Again Gone Long Before My Tiny Legs Could Carry Me After Him Or My Voice Could Call Him Back
I'm still laughing at this. --------------------------- MissBHave, Your poem is good, it makes me feel your sadness. I really like it. --------------------------- Your Dad!!! Still laughing at your disregard for other's feelings. Too funny. Especially your name. - Dale
