malleable quinceye Ode to ms. girl, who now says, after many, many a blathe about dents and scratches, she be not fragile: Vibracious silver vase, you're not fragile for holding a hundred bright roses the world, all of it, craves to see and sleep upon. Malleable though you must remain, and sorely may be scratched and dented deep. Still, surely there will always be a sweet silversmith to repair you to fineness the world could never imagine you be. Copyright 2000 000327 what's it to you? who go blather from