© 2000 by Lynnette E. Fitch
| I lay mooning over you as the sun rose... Mulling over Ophelia's hard-won wisdom: "Young men will do it When they come to it" ...Was she any better off knowing her role? In the end, she was just clutching at reeds in a rushing river. Must I be penalized for trusting too much, too quickly with you? Why does my doubt strike a chord? Am I second-guessing? Ha - try triple or quadruple! lef, 10th June, 2000 |