From: anonimus@yabbs
To: all@yabbs
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Date: Mon Apr 11 14:46:59 1994

     Manic Depression on a Full Moon

Charlotte walks in the light of the stars.
I notice her coming towards me
Out of the corner of my mind,
And I am tense.
She stops in my presence.
"How is your garden?" I ask,
Not expecting her to answer.
"Oh, fine..." she sighs, and takes a step closer.
     *Does she have a knife?*
Her long, limp hair is dragged by the breeze--
It bothers her as much as it does me.
"Why do you ask, Brother?"
She is nearer now and can read my mind.
"Because you are usually gardening when the moon is full."
But she only heard the truth:
     *Because you are crazy and I don't know what else to say.*
Her moon-white gown is limp, too,
And her bare ankles are scratched by thorns.
I know her well, and she has come
      to either hear my worldly confessions
      or to take my life.