From: ssamgree@NObigSPAMpond.net.au   
      
   On the harmony of a tune but not lost in words. As a bird in heavenly flight   
   with a song in the heart but not lost over night. Upon the harbour view from   
   this my sit next to the open light window. I look down. The match stick   
   world below   
      
   Fade as the circle of clouds passes under view. Waves crashing on this calm   
   of the open beaches where once we were young, singing songs by open flames   
   of long forgotten summer years passed. As the ache of bleeding fingers on a   
   wooden guitar with cats wires crying out, " Strings, strings you need to   
   change the strings " Strings of life, strings of hope, strings wound tight.   
   The G string should get it right. With my baked beans on toast and coffee   
   served, in the morning flight of a 727. For another day, another town,   
   another dollar, left and found. The soul dances to the engines and studied   
   fruit, as the plate flies out the window, to the airport coming in view. I   
   hope the guitar case is in tack. And the lounge gate is not crowded. I'll be   
   back, home tonight. Six days on the road, the seventh day in need of rest,   
   and getting paid is only half the battle   
      
   Keep on, keeping on,   
      
   The music is more than just a song   
      
   Kindest of Regards   
      
   Sam www.MrMusicman.com   
      
   --- SoupGate-Win32 v1.05   
    * Origin: you cannot sedate... all the things you hate (1:229/2)