From: ssamgree@NObigSPAMpond.net.au   
      
   The raindrops on my head are more than just, like minded souls to touch. The   
   universe of the unknown. With words of expression, for a poet and a friend   
   who has moved on. To a better hunting grounds. The land of the surf lands of   
   Queensland of my loved down under. The land where Midnight Ocean meets the   
   sea at dust in the mixed sands and blessings. As another wave must be caught   
   on time. To ride the shoreline of contentment, this the sun shine of the   
   never of what must be. This land I call my home. The praying mantas, the elm   
   and the wild kangaroos know not this town of which I am born. Sounds of   
   life, sounds of music, feeling of what is to be heard by those who play in   
   the city streets. This city has soul. One can see it, in the river that   
   rolls and whispers through the parks and byways. Here I must make my time,   
   and take what's deep within me. To record another day of hope and joy. To be   
   alive, to hear the cry. One sugar or two. A cup or mug. Pay at the counter.   
   And still the bills rise. I will finish this album on time. For time is what   
   we all live through.   
      
   Kind regards   
      
   Sam  www.MrMusicman.com   
      
   --- SoupGate-Win32 v1.05   
    * Origin: you cannot sedate... all the things you hate (1:229/2)