by teri tait » Sun Jul 23, 2006 5:21 pm
Mt Rushmore
(Were you going for stone, paper, scissors, Boss?)
In my hands I hold a candle whose flame is small to see, And if I give but one light to you my life is filled for me.
But...In your hands you hold a torch for many eyes to see, So hold it high that they may light their candlewicks from thee.
By Faye
Nikola Tesla =