� David ([email protected]) I saw a penny on the floor, 'twas just inside the open door; it lay there without care, without why or where or want. It didn't want for any pocket, it didn't care to be in a safe; the one who picked it up would never know how far that penny had to go to reach its final destination; and neither would the penny have any inclination toward its end-up-ness, whether in the plate by church's child, or by the drunken sot in night so wild; and neither ever given thought to what that mindless penny bought. This page hosted by Get your own Free Home Page Free search engine submission and placement services!