] Returning to her again Sage rested on the soft Sand of the trail, her mouth Gaping, her tongue aquiver, Her eyes half-closed, and Ahead through the trees Were more places to rest, Sand at an easy pace. Returning to her again Waiting on along Looking back my only One back then again I've never accepted This dying of sage, Finding another in her place, And Susan Waking as she once did With bright eyes and clear Sweet smile, but A little while left And we'll both begin again, Or someone will. ________________________________ [http://static.avast.com/emails/avast-mail-stamp.png]<http://www.avast.com/> This email has been checked for viruses by Avast antivirus software. www.avast.com<http://www.avast.com/>