From: davidsands@yahoo.com   
      
   the badlands are the wrinkles   
   on the face of god   
   you walk into them   
      
   and realize lizards can smile   
      
   they think you a fool   
   or a bank robber   
   or probably both   
      
   i dove into a mirage   
   did twenty laps   
   spitting sand   
      
   i made it home   
   with my beard   
   singing the carols   
   of fleas   
      
   it was christmas eve   
   every night is   
   when you have gold   
      
   --- SoupGate-Win32 v1.05   
    * Origin: you cannot sedate... all the things you hate (1:229/2)