jeanna wrote... 10/09/2005 07:29 a.m. snowman slipping away; suppose my words were never enough I respond: snowmen slip in their time yet, past winter is spring; the summer of love to fall at your feet your words ARE enough I am currently Poetic I am listening to '3 Scene aux champs' from Berlioz' "Symphonie Fantastique"
people are going to think you actually like me if you keep doing these entries in response to me. ;)
where is this "summer of love"? can you guarantee that is what I will have next year??
why are my words enough? who says they are? maybe I should do this or that..maybe my words can never be enough for some people...
