> THE > PRINCESS > SWINGING > HER LEGS > DOWN FROM > HER ASS > WALKS > THROUGH > HER GARDEN > SNIFFLING > > > I hit > the undertaker > in the eye > with a wet > snowball > Ha. Ha. You > are frightened > and you no > longer want > me to get > into bed > with you. Some of this sounds amazingly like one of my personal Holy Men, Leonard Cohen. I almost develop withdrawal symptoms if I get too far from a copy of any one of his books of poetry. (It must have become embarrassingly obvious that I carry far too much in my knapsack!) Cheers (thoughts of Leonard do that to me)! --tim