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Thu, 11 Jul 2002 13:16:32 Skip, I find no peace, and all my war is done; I fear and hope, I burn and freeze likewise; I fly above the wind, yet cannot rise; And nought i have, yet all the world I seize on; That looseth, nor locketh, holdeth me in prison, And holds me not, yet can I 'scape no wise; Nor lets me live, nor die, at my devise, And yet of death it giveth none occasion. Without eyes I see, and without tongue I plain; I wish to perish, yet I ask for health; I love another, and yet I hate myself; I feed in sorrow, and laugh in all my pain; Lo, thus displeaseth me both death and life, And my delight is causer of my grief. Though I hesitate to admit it, I had a great time last night. It was fun getting "tied up" with you. Susanne
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