I want to cure your soul
and fill up that big hole
the one that you forgot when you were
searching
where the home and where
the heart is;
the dying counsels the dead
and it's simply about
those wicked words you said;
orgasm in a minute and death on a dime
it's the eerie way our doorbells chime
Frost comes where the fire is
and the winter
chooses when it leaves.
---O---
From: Ehrlich [ehrlich@flash.net]
Sent: Friday, October 30, 1998 9:30 PM'
Subject: To my brother