The people in this city moving like snowflakes. The people in this city stick to my eyelashes: I don't shake them away until they decide to melt. Riding his bike in the snowstorm: a redhead falls from the sky in a brown dress; smiling. But Look! Listen, Over there, do you see it? The pigeons have returned as the old greek man is playing the accordion. -- -e. _______________________________________________ Five7Five mailing list [EMAIL PROTECTED] http://www.pairlist.net/mailman/listinfo/five7five
