On Sun, 20 Feb 2005, Philip Hart wrote: > You sent me candlebuds in days long past. > Your hair is now less golden underneath the Overcast. > Some nights I lie awake in fear our love affair won't last. > You sent me candlebuds in days long past. > You never challenge me to duels these days. You don't invite me fencing or to sorcery displays. You're shorter than you used to be and now your hair is maize. You never challenge me to duels these days.