From: anonimus@yabbs
To: nobody@yabbs
Subject: re: That Sinking Feeling
Date: Sat Jul  2 22:53:09 1994
It's hard to go through life
When your eyes have tasted a paring knife.
Sometimes it's hard to see
The distance that seperates you and me
is more than an inch 
Of bright steel.  And I know it has to clinch
Your mind in the vise
That was my life.  You filled me up with lies
So much that I'm fat.
But the river from my wrist might solve that.