At 04:06 AM 1/31/98 -0500, you wrote: > > >I worte a poem once. It went: > >I'm sorry, I am, >Oh dear Mr. Rilke, >I do believe you're crying >over a glass of spilled Milke. > >-ecas > Bravo! &&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&& Ashes to ashes, funk to funky We know Major Tom's a junkie Strung out in heaven's high Hitting an all-time low - db &&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&