X-Google-Language: ENGLISH,ASCII-7-bit X-Google-Thread: f996b,b364034651be141f X-Google-Attributes: gidf996b,public From: michael strug Subject: Re: Looking for ASCII-art Date: 1996/10/13 Message-ID: #1/1 X-Deja-AN: 189104767 references: <53jdv2$e8t@atlantis.utmb.edu> content-type: TEXT/PLAIN; charset=US-ASCII organization: University of Houston mime-version: 1.0 newsgroups: alt.ascii-art The Rose =================================================================== . . ... :``..': Some say love it is the river : ````.' :''::' that drowns the tender reed. ..:.. : .'' : Some say love it is a razor ``. `: .' : that leaves your soul to bleed. : : : : Some say love it is a hunger : : : : an endless aching need. : : : : I say love it is a flower : : :..''''``::. and you, its only seed. : ...:..' .'' .' .' .::::' It's the heart afraid of breaking :..'''``::::::: that never learns to dance. ' `:::: It's the dream afraid of waking `::. that never takes the chance. `:: It's the one who won't be taken :::. who cannot seem to give, ..:```.:'`. ::'`. and the soul afraid of dying ..' `:.: :: that never learns to live. .: .:``::: .: ..'' ::: When the night has been too lonely : .'' :: and the road has been too long, : :: and you think that love is only : for the lucky and the strong, : just remember in the winter far beneath the bitter snows lies the seed that with the sun's love in the spring becomes the rose..... Words by Amanda McBroom ======================================================================