Poem

As I lay in the hospital bed, clinging
to the threads of life I had left, I looked
over the faces of the many friends and
well-wishers who came by, and in that brief
moment I realized something very important: There
actually is a point at which sour cream goes bad.

(Brad Simanek) @ruminate.com

Posted by Ron's Dentist at December 10, 2006 10:48 PM