From: dahoov2@cox.net   
      
   And he waits in silence; his tongue ready to wag at the drop of his   
   hat; he'd waited so long for someone to speak and even longer for the   
   one he views as her holiness to envelop the "newlings" in light and   
   knowledge.   
      
    He feels the uncontrollable shivering in his dark hole while   
   contemplating about his miserable and meek existence.  He holds onto   
   the hope that someday, someone will actually listen to him... the hope   
   is unwavering. Alas, nobody cares. The darkness he hopes to reign over   
   fades and deep inside the dank cavernous that was once his soul, he   
   knows the light of the true ones will win.  The darkness he is will   
   succumb to the light eventually.  All he hears now is the ticking of a   
   clock that was once a heart.   
      
      
      
   >go to Startiger.com,I dont think you will find anything useful here   
   >   
   >wink   
   >wink ;)   
      
   --- SoupGate-Win32 v1.05   
    * Origin: you cannot sedate... all the things you hate (1:229/2)