You can break,
you can shatter
the glass if you will,
But the perfume of our roses
Will hang around still.
I have no idea if the person who sent me this little snippet wrote it himself or took it from somewhere, but it's one of the sweetest bits of poetry I've ever received.
/me misses my kitty :(
frisky 1987 - 2002
I solemnly covenant that at least 90% of my writeups shall be factual writeups
Always remember, it's not who you kill, it's what type of cereal you eat out of their skull.