From: Typhon@yabbs
To: all@yabbs
Subject: Prudence 
Date: Mon Aug 29 11:22:39 1994
The grass is everywhere: The ticks live in it, so check your legs for 
them when you come back in, or you might end up with the pink and red 
rings that will tell everyone you've got Lyme's: And that's something only 
a hick would get.
They'll judge you with their empty smiles
Accuse you with their vacant stares

Be where the wind is rising up the twitching hill and watch the sk paint 
the sky red and wonder where the sun sleeps and why,
And you'll never know that you are less than they are,
That you are poor and deserve to be so,
That you smell funny and dress in used clothes.

They'll tell you that you aren'tr as good as they are if you want,but when 
the deer stare at you from just up the hill,
Or you leap into the air on the back of your dirtbike and eat the sun,
And when you see the sky come to life at night a million eyes of fire,
You won't mind.

Typhon