> > She is all grown up now and doesn't need you to 
> > tousle her hair...
> >
Robin Carlsen:
> The Sick Rose
> 
> O Rose thou art sick. 
> The invisible worm, 
> That flies in the night 
> In the howling storm: 
> 
> Has found out thy bed
> Of crimson joy:
> And his dark secret love
> Does thy life destroy.
> 
Finally, a pundit that knows how to post formated 
text on a newsgroup!

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