it's cold; it rains
don't you know I love, child
the way that one wanderer
will point another to a shelter
awake! boy
this is life
I've made a promise long ago
when you were little
you were mine
Give me one morning and I'll give you a year
How can you know
that all i ever want is your
smile and the chuckles of your breath
that in this life
no one else
loves you to death?
---OOO---
From: Ehrlich [ehrlich@flash.net]
Sent: Friday, October 30, 1998 9:30 PM'
Subject: To my brother