From: ssamgree@NObigSPAMpond.net.au   
      
   The meaning of life is such? You light a fire, it burns. You throw water   
   over it. It goes out. The stream rises. You bottle it, and called it fire   
   water. Straight from a can to you, made from the four true elements of life.   
   Water, wind and fire. Of course the earth is beneath us, which plays a part   
   too. All has meaning, and little to understand the meaning of. So I can see,   
   with the writings of unknowns on the walls of history. I heard it through   
   the grape vine. Twenty years ago today and other lines, which lie on the   
   vortex of the morning radio a tuned too. This Monday morning of so many   
   radio stations a tuned to my ear, but so little time to hear them all. After   
   what was a four hour power nap, before making waves? And see the morning   
   seagulls come flying in on time. For there good morning breakfast, by the   
   city of four winds, and four seasons in one day. By the bay that never   
   sleeps to wake, but keeps an eye on it. To the sound of seagulls fighting   
   over crumbs of bread, to eat. Sleepy head keep your eyes on the road. Said   
   the car driver behind. What a drag it is being old. Mother superior jumped   
   the gun. I can't get no satisfaction. One more coffee for the road. And   
   still the bills mount. Be kind to be wise, another day older.   
      
   Sam www.MrMusicman.com   
      
   --- SoupGate-Win32 v1.05   
    * Origin: you cannot sedate... all the things you hate (1:229/2)