A poem is just a thought that has been trapped in the page.
I heard that they caught a great fish
too big to fit in Lake Mich.
And they did this weird thing,
they hung it with string
and painted it red: What a wish!
By Sunnanvind.
©Sunnanvind Briling 1999 and forward (in the the improbable case of this
page surviving the
Y2K
)
To the main page.
To a fate-chosen page.