On Fri, 14 Jan 2005 03:06:25 GMT, Falky foo wrote:
> With cup clenched in hand
> I pour the brownish fluid
> Across my hot tongue
Mares have dropped their foals
The smell of hay and manure
The taste of puerh.
> That's more disturbing than I intended!
It may be more disturbing than you intended, but it wasn't
particularly revealing.
> Pu, it's what's for dinner
Not a very filling meal. (BLECH!)
--
Derek
"... in the end, there is nothing a man can do that a woman canąt,
except be a father." -- Frank Pittman