Date:         Fri, 15 Nov 1996 08:18:01 EST
From: barbeque tink? <mbarker@MIT.EDU>
Subject:      EXERCISE: CHALLENGE? A Quick One...

Last weekend, while acting as chauffeur for visitors, this line bobbed
gently into my mind (we were on Beacon Hill, looking at the houses, if
that makes a difference).  I stopped the car, took paper and pencil in
hand, and wrote it down before it could slip away...but sadly, nothing
else has wandered over to join it during the hectic week that followed.
So I'll give you the chance to put your words in line after:

        You offered me a bowl of dried tears

Could be the first line of a story, might make something spark in the
poetic vein, could even be a line for an essay (or maybe a musing?  we
shall see, we shall see).

oh, yes.  you may begin now...

tink