I don't need a fancy MySpace page... Time is a hot commodity right now so back off... Peace... Read this if you haven't already.
Had I the heavens' embroidered cloths,
Enwrought with golden and silver light,
The blue and the dim and the dark cloths
Of night and light and the half-light,
I would spread the cloths under your feet:
But I, being poor, have only my dreams;
I have spread my dreams under your feet;
Tread softly, because you tread on my dreams...
William Butler Yeats
(1865 - 1939)
