Father McKenzie,
wiping the dirt
from his
hands as he
walks from the grave.
No one was saved.
All the lonely people,
Where do they all come from?
All the lonely people
Where do they all belong?

That simple piece has been floating around in my head for nearly 40 years.

[This message has been edited by Alan Belson (edited 03-11-2006).]

Wood work but can't!