i am in mourning for the poems that have been gobbled by bits or bytes on the old hard disc which is a place where grey ghosts sip whisky and fiddle with alacrity chew on type e jerky spit she-it they're saying them thar poems was not worth saving they was only marked drafts ventures one well that don't make 'em any less daft do it if'n they was plain we'd let 'em go after we'd had our fun but them's fighting (john) cheese words an' i never did develop a taste fer anything but dead yankees David etc. ------------------------------------------------------------------ To change your Lit-Ideas settings (subscribe/unsub, vacation on/off, digest on/off), visit www.andreas.com/faq-lit-ideas.html