keepsake daf If you couldn't find your shirt this morning it's because I've hidden it away along with your slacks, socks, pants and other articles (which I won't here mention) I'm holding them for ransom; as a keepsake of an April night together warm caress and sultry moon when there was no goal but a taste or better when the fabric hit the floor to be hidden away for remembrance until a fresher set replaces them. 080410 what's it to you? who go blather from