Subject: | Absinthe Makes the Heart Grow Fonder |
From: | Christopher W. Thomas (creatician@poetic.com) |
Host: | 207-172-227-109.s46.as1.dnb.erols.com |
Date: | Fri Feb 5, 1999 at 10:34AM |
Whether we are talking about herbs
Or the "out of sight, out of mind" inert
The fact is - people are soon forgot
When they keep well out of earshot
And the idea our "missing you" theme
Is always "under skin" is a lost gleam
For time has a way of eroding minds
And then - absence - makes one blind
- Tristram
© Christopher W. Thomas
10:08am Friday, Feb. 5th, 1999