sighed klairah i will not let this red blather become a funeral for all my lost love and opportunity like the way blue blather became for me last summer. i have to grow up. i have to move on. i have to live........ 010602 ... bespeckled "Has the time, awful, come for us to slide apart from under this honey-dew cloak of a marriage sheet?" Oh, and they fell in love again, right there, under the sun that inspired poetry love sex and rhyme 030608 what's it to you? who go blather from