Once upon a time,,long ago.
In a place, you can never really go.
Yet a place where everyone can show.
All their passion, all their glow.
This place that every stranger shall know.
Its a place only a step away.
Yet never close enough to say.
Hi or bye,,just go ahead and try.
WE all have it in sight,
almost every night.
Its easer than flying a kite.
Its this place right here.
This Internet Site.





and the boredom over-took his mind,
he became possessed, all entwined.
To this day, everyone still says.
IF you read these poems late at night.
He shall write to you, giving your mind some insight.
For his being can never ever, truly end.
THIS is the Net, and it's all----- only PRETEND!

shew, glad i waited until day time to read it has anybody seen my kite??