SUBJECT>Re: Zero, A Love Poem POSTER>Laurel EMAIL> DATE>1108421999 EMAILNOTICES>no IP_ADDRESS>dhcp024-166-094-036.neo.rr.com PASSWORD>aaFRbor6/KzWk PREVIOUS>83395 NEXT> 83424 IMAGE> LINKNAME> LINKURL>

In time our love will trifle. Oh, my, but I like that line.

Nifty poem, Zola. Haven't you written a zero poem before? Oh, no...that was an x poem, wasn't it?

X's and O's.

Oh, it's Valentine's day and I'm valentineless, as usual.

Allow me this tiny moment of self-pity, of woe. (grin)

I love your love poem, Jim. Wish to hell someone would write me one.

Oh, and hey, I'm gonna IBPC this, okay?

Laurel

: The history of zero means
: nothing to us.

: O small circle, sunya. I kiss
: your simple absolute. Why not.
: We are not in love.

: The place our love supposes
: is null, void, a vacuum. At best,
: we are less than

: one. Before man discovered zero,
: he had to repeat symbols
: over and over.

: Let me fondle your empty placeholder. In time
: our love will trifle. Infinity, another
: mere Oh.