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on 23/7/01 7:15 AM, domfox at [log in to unmask] wrote: > IT SAILS THE OTHER DAY > > The water is wide, > I cannot get o'er, > and love to me. > > A ship there is and it sails the other day, > a-gathering flowers, > both shall row. > > My love, I'm in, > I know not if I sink or swim. > O love and I. > > It's loaded deep as deep the other day, > a-gathering flowers, > both shall row, my love and love can do. > > But first it bended, and then it is new, > but when it is new, but when it is new, > but not as deep as the other day. > > A ship there is and it sails the other day, > a-gathering flowers, both shall row, > my love can do. > > I leaned my back up against some oak, > thinking that will carry two, > and love I'm in. > > I know not if I sink or swim. > O love and I. > It's loaded deep as deep the other day. > > The water is wide, > I cannot get o'er, > and love to me. > > A ship there is and it sails the other day, > a-gathering flowers, both shall row, > my love to me. > > - Rebecca Fox > > * * * > > Note: Phrases selected according to a personal canon from those generated by Candice did Kent unsubscribe or was he removed? I'm not clear on this. Anthony