Once that green curtain so tightly is drawn, So that only the patient or lucky may see: You know that they're there And too soon will be gone, So heed more to the sound and less to the feather Of those birds so well hidden or sing, "Woe is me."
Hang in there and do the best that you can. I guess if we continue to have such springs, we'll need spy cameras in the canopy to know who's passing by. ---- Join or Leave mou-net: http://lists.umn.edu/cgi-bin/wa?SUBED1=mou-net Archives: http://lists.umn.edu/archives/mou-net.html
