From: ssamgree@NObigSPAMpond.net.au   
      
   To dream, is just to dream. Of endless roads that lead to roam, to who knows   
   where? Somewhere where angels' wings touch the sky. As cotton bud clouds   
   roll in, to draw the picture of enlightenment. Here in this valley, to the   
   sounds of traffic by breaking sunlight. For its autumn, or somewhere its   
   spring. Who can remember or care. The rain clears the air to the sounds of   
   flowers bending in the rotation of the world. To dream, is just to dream. If   
   only I could. Children travel to school, playing their games of hope and   
   joy. The bridge crosses the river of my reflection of this morning, rolling   
   through this my place under the sun Here in this city of four winds, four   
   seasons, all in a day. As if to say, I could laugh all day and dream of   
   tomorrow. The changing of each tide within its season. A hope the coffee   
   shop opens early, because there is so much to do. Drink my coffee, read the   
   daily news, look at the young pretty girls in there track suit figures, with   
   their low cut dresses. For the eye of a full of instant love. As I press and   
   send my e-mail, for another day   
      
      
      
   Kindest of Regards   
      
   In health and harmony   
      
   Well being and balance   
      
   Kindest regards,   
      
   Just keep on, keeping   
      
   As you should   
      
      
      
   Sam www.MrMusicman.com   
      
   --- SoupGate-Win32 v1.05   
    * Origin: you cannot sedate... all the things you hate (1:229/2)