wonderful_world fyn gula I am a child sitting by myself in the backseat of a car eating a dairy queen sundae one half spoonful at a time looking out at the wonder deciding which is lovlier... the one outside the window or the one in my hands? 000323 ... camille Ice-cream melt wearing simplicity on the hem of my skirt simplicity watched my every step the miles my feet have walked through thought your words how truly sought of days when a dollar was a penny and the dollar not always on the heart of many where morals were set in families like valued ocean Corals bobbing through the oceans of life yet grounded and guiding currents unaware of Life's crisis occurrence i too miss days past when ice-cream was the best in the land... it's sticky substance clinging to hand it's creamy milky whipped flavor on a cone. when moments of flavor seemed to last forever.... i can still smell it's vanilla scent... of days in childhood's memory spent... icecream no longer tastes the same... an imitation of flavor's past... somehow childhood memories seem so more fulfilled, more colorful, more scented, more flavored, more alive... Camille :o) July 18,1999 000323 ... Daniel When I'm sitting outside on a picnic bench, breathing in the smells of spring...I think, damn, maybe old Louis was right...this is a wonderful_world 000323 what's it to you? who go blather from