Subject: Glass Shards
From: Christopher W. Thomas (creatician@poetic.com)
Host: 207-172-227-100.s37.as1.dnb.erols.com
Date: Thurs May 14, 1998 at 8:55AM

Broken bottles on ground at the corner

Paper bags and napkins, all this morning
Along with other empty bottles - Colt 45
Left by who knows who, but he's alive

And, anyone who has a sense of nature
And, who is also grown and quite mature
Should know better than to make a mess
On the ground where others will be a test

To their inconsideration, when walking
At place where kids wait for bus, talking
And playing, one could fall and so cut
On broken glass shards, made by a nut ...

- Tristram

(c) Christopher W. Thomas
8:40am Thurs. May 14th, 1998